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A. G. BURGOYNE. 



ALL SORTS 



OF 



PITTSBURGERS. 



SKETCHED IN PROSE AND VERSE, 



BY 



ARTHUR G. BURGOYNE. 



PITTSBURG, PA.: 
The Leader All Sorts Co. 
1892. 
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54504 



-Ht APOLOGY. #«- 



'T^HE interest manifested by the public in the character sketches ground 

out daily for more than a year by the "poetical machine" of the 
Pittsburg Leader, and the consequent demand for the publication of the 
best among them in book form, constitute the author's apology for the ap- 
pearance of this volume. 

Changes have necessarily been made in many of the rhymed sketches, 
owing to the fact that under the conditions, political and otherwise, existing 
when they were written, a coloring was imparted the force of which would 
now be lost, and the retention of which might perhaps have a prejudicial 
influence. 

From some of the more aggressive political lyrics it is impossible to 
eliminate the tinge of strong feeling growing out of the policy of "partisan 
independence," which marks the course of the Pittsburg Leader in all its 
departments. The professional politician is, however, a fair target, and the 
writer has, therefore, no regrets to express for having occasionally hit the 
bull's eye with an arrow of extra keenness in criticising the public record 
of gentlemen whose private life may be of an admirable character. 

At the same time, if, in seizing upon the grotesque side of human 
nature as a subject of illustration, the semblance of unkindness is anywhere 
presented, the reader should be prepared to make allowance for exaggera- 
tion due to a literary prerogative of which writers on rhetoric somehow 
omit to make mention, to wit: poetic "licentiousness." 

(iii) 



iv APOLOGY. 

No special consideration is claimed for the verses in this volume, be- 
cause of the rapidity with which they were produced. Newspaper poetry 
and newspaper prose ought to be on the same plane, in the estimation of 

THE AUTHOR. 

Pittsburg, Pa., June, 1892. 




ANDREW CARNEGIE. 



Bow down, ye folks whose worldly store 

Is miserably slim ; 
In abject reverence before 

This dignitary grim ; 
That plenipotential beard of his, 

And stony British stare, 
Betoken clearly that he is 

A multi-millionaire. 



His boodle grew at a rapid rate, 

But bitter was his cup, 
So fast did the wealth accumulate, 

He couldn't count it up ; 
Of grief he might have died, they say, 

If he hadn't struck the plan 
Of giving a few odd millions away, 

Which made him a happy man. 



From Scotland's heather-covered braes, 

In babyhood he came, 
And early fixed his childish gaze, 

On lucre and on fame ; 
As a messenger boy he went so slow, 

That none with him could vie, 
And so he got an extra show 

A lofty kite to fly. 



On public libraries he spent 

Of shekels not a few ; 
A goodly slice to Pittsburg went, 

And to Allegheny, too ; 
But still the loss he doesn't feel, 

It cannot hurt his health, 
For his mills keep on with endless zeal 

A-piling up the wealth. 



So skillfully he flew his kite, 

That wondrous was his luck ; 
He reached for all the cash in sight, 

And rich investments struck ; 
At railroads, likewise coke and coal, 

He took full many a fling, 
And was cast at length for the glorious role 

Of steel and iron king. 



Since he became a prince sublime, 

This burg for him's too small; 
New York upon his royal time 

And interest has the call ; 
His courtiers puff him to his face, 

As the starry-spangled Scot, 
But he can't go back on this good old place, 

Which gave him all he's got. 



(5) 




Sometimes this personage in dreams 

A future bright beholds ; 
Around his form a toga seems 

To cast its lordly folds. 
Big flights of eloquence he tries 

In Senatorial tone, 
And knows that myriads of eyes 

Are turned on him alone. 



Is it because his eloquence 

Is in the House admired? 
Is it because of his defense 

Of Reiter, who was fired ? 
Is it because he helped to pass 

McKinley's tariff dodge ? 
Or tried to keep from going to grass 

The Force bill, framed by Lodge ? 



What puts his fancy on this lay? 

Why should his dreams come true ? 
Is it because he's carved his way 

To fame and fortune, too ? 
Is it because he's been o'erpowered 

With flattering words of praise ? 
Or else because his grip he's held 

Through troublous, stormy days? 



Is it because he's spick and span, 

Well-dressed and neat-mustached — 
A social, genial little man, 

Not easily abashed ? 
No, no ; these things don't fit the case, 

The reason's plain to see — 
He knows that Quay will lose his place, 

And he'll be legatee. 



(6) 



JOHN DALZELL. 



HON. JOHN DALZELL, the distinguished member of the House of 
Representatives from the Twenty-Second District, was born April 19, 
1845, in New York City, and was brought to Pittsburg by his parents in 
1847. He received his education at the common schools, at the Western 
University, and at Yale College, graduating from the latter institution in the 
class of 1865. 

Mr. Dalzell studied law with the late John H. Hampton. He was ad- 
mitted to the bar in February, 1867, and practiced in partnership with his 
preceptor as attorney for the Pennsylvania Railroad and its connections, 
and also in a wide range of civil cases. In 1887, Mr. Dalzell was elected 
to Congress, and has since served continuously in that body, making a 
national record for himself as the most brilliant representative from Penn- 
sylvania. His speeches on the tariff, the Federal elections bill, and other 
measures of superior importance, have challenged widespread attention and 
inspired a strong sentiment in favor of sending him to the United States 
Senate. 

In 1 89 1, Mr. Dalzell was a candidate for the presidency of the State 
League of Republican Clubs, but was defeated by Hon. John B. Robinson, 
in whose favor Senator Quay, jealous of Mr. Dalzell's prominence, set the 
Republican machine in motion. Immediately after this rebuff, Mr. Dalzell, 
instead of resenting the treatment accorded him, took the stump for the 
Republican State ticket, and earned new laurels by a series of magnificent 
speeches. 

There is no readier speaker in the State than he, and none who is 
capable of competing with him in point of statesmanlike qualifications. 

(7) 




'<2>~ J <3 



HON. J. H. COLLIER. 



The law — dry, musty, crabbed trade, 
Which seems specifically made 

To set men by the ears, 
Although its slaves their hands must soil 
With many a soul-destroying broil, 
There's one of them it could not spoil ; 

His portrait here appears. 

Of course you know him — who does not? 
Few others like him have we got, 

Whose virtue naught can quench, 
In whom, through all the court-room grind, 
True grace of manner and of mind 
Survive — that's why we're glad to find 

Him seated on the bench. 

Few could against him keep the floor 
In thoroughness of legal lore, 

On this the world's agreed ; 
And he who haply would rely 
On ready wit or dodges sly, 
To close his Honor's eagle eye, 

To hump himself would need. 

The judge is getting old and gray, 
But in his youthful prime, they say, 
He was a lively lad ; , 



Excitement had for him its charms — 
When war broke out he shouldered arms, 
Braving the battlefield's alarms 
And red-hot times he had. 

He cares not of his feats to boast, 
But sticks to his Grand Army Post 

Where cherished comrades are ; 
And always on Memorial Days 
The soldier spirit he displays, 
And loves in trumpet tones to praise 

The heroes of the war. 

His tastes are simple ; naught he cares 
For sporting fashionable airs 

And being in the swim ; 
When work is over he unbends, 
Pores over books and gently tends 
His flowers — pretty, faithful friends — 

They're good enough for him. 

He lives in Sharpsburg, but his face 
Is known and welcomed every place, 

Nor does he e'er begrudge 
A word or handshake, for he treats 
With friendship half the folks he meets, 
And so our Muse his Honor greets — 

Here's looking at you, Judge. 



(8) 




REV. DAVID MCALLISTER, D. D. 



Here's a type of the real ascetic, 

A Calvinist straight-laced and prim, 
In clerical work energetic 

Arid blest with a countenance grim. 
Deep scholarship lurks in the wrinkles 

On his forehead, productive of awe, 
His eye controversially twinkles, 

And there's force in his ponderous jaw. 



When he gets in the pulpit he raises 

Particular Cain with the stage ; 
The drama, in some of its phases, 

Excites him to absolute rage. 
The ballet girl dancing so sweetly 

In tights, he'd consign to the shelf, 
And he rips up "Thou Shalt Not" con- 
pletely 

As written by Satan himself. 



He's a stickler for Scottish tradition 
And orders his flock not to vote, 

For he says that the way to perdition 
The laws of this country denote. 



Dire evils the Union must menace, 
He vows, and quite plainly he sees 

That the name of this nation is Dennis 
If it don't come and join the R. P.'s. 

Just now he is fighting like thunder 

And up to his eyes in debate, 
And really it isn't a wonder 

That he rants at a terrible rate — 
For a group of young preachers (just 
seven) 

Demanded permission to vote 
And he wants them all barred out of heaven 

And stripped of the clerical coat. 

Alas ! for the weakness of clerics, 

Which serves zealous movements to 
wreck ! 
In spite of his prayers and hysterics 

He's getting it right in the neck. 
The synod by methods decisive 

Rebukes him, and therefore, thinks he, 
Since the rest all are growing divisive, 

He's the only surviving R. P. 



(9) 




In elegance of dressing 

And appearance prespossessing, 

Who on earth could help confessing 

That the chap above's a paragon? 
He's learned the winning art of 
Playing modestly the part of 
Bluff King Hal, who broke the heart of 

Pretty Katharine of Aragon. 

But bless you ! he's not taking 

Any interest in breaking 

Maidens' hearts,though they be aching — 
No ; there aren't any fears of him. 

He has but one ambition, 

Which is as a politician 

To compel his recognition 
By the nation — when it hears of him. 

When the civil war was raging 
None could keep him from engaging 
In the awfullest rampaging 

Where the fray was waged most heatedly. 
He slashed the rebs like pullets, 
Cutting gashes in their gullets, 
While the records say that bullets 

Pierced him through and through repeat- 
edly. 

(10) 



When the war was over, then he 
Rambled back to Allegheny, 
And he scored successes many 

In his office-getting scrimmages. 
No opposition stayed him, 
County treasurer they made him, 
With a lot of clerks to aid him 

Handling Miss Columbia's images. 

Tom Bayne once knocked him silly 
(Twasn't with a handy-Billy) 
When he wanted, will he, nill he, 

To be presidential delegate. 
But yet, despite that licking, 
To the same old claim he's sticking, 
And twill take some povv'rful kicking 

To the rear his boom to relegate. 

His talents now embellish 

A hotel that's very swellish. 

And he views with keenest relish 
Sundry " bood " that keeps a-bowling in. 

In fact, he's such a clever 

Sort of Boniface as never 

Heretofore or wheresoever 
Made the shekels come a-rolling in. 



WILLIAM WITHEROW. 



BIG, cheery, good-natured William Witherow, mine host of the Hotel Du- 
quesne, — who does not know him, and who that knows him does not 
admire his sunny disposition and the many other good qualities that go to 
make him the beau ideal of an American gentleman? Mr. Witherow has 
been for years a figure of prominence in Allegheny County. He was born 
on November 7, 1843, and received his education in the Allegheny public 
schools. Just as he attained manhood the Civil War broke out. In 1862 
he enlisted in Company E., 123d Pennsylvania Volunteers. He took part 
with his regiment in many severe engagements, among them the second 
battle of Bull Run, Antietam, Fredericksburg, and both fights at Chancel- 
lorsville. When his time expired he was honorably discharged, but re- 
enlisted later on in the heavy artillery. He was sent to.Fort Delaware, and 
detailed there as postmaster until the close of the war. In 1865 he was dis- 
charged by a general order, thus being distinguished with two honorable 
discharges. 

For a man with so fine a war record nothing was too good in Allegheny 
County, and accordingly Mr. Witherow easily drifted into the field of public 
life and political activity. He became a book-keeper in the U. S. Depos- 
itory under Collector Thomas Steele, and served as a clerk in the Clerk of 
Courts' office under W. H. McCleary, and as Chief Clerk under Sheriff Wil- 
liam Hunter. In 1881 he was elected County Treasurer. In 1887 he took 
charge of the Hotel Duquesne, and by his rare tact and administrative abil- 
ity made that establishment one of the most admirable of its kind west of 
the Allegheny mountains. Mr. Witherow's cares as a host have not caused 
him to forsake politics absolutely. In '88 he made a fight for Republican 
National Delegate against a powerful combination, and was beaten by only 
two votes. Few men are happier than he in the formation of strong and 
permanent friendships, and few are more generally respected and esteemed. 

(.11) 




You have heard about Paul the apostle, of 
course, 

Who was famed for h*is graceful and flu- 
ent discourse, 
In a period long passed away ; 

Now the subject we sing of, though he, too, 
is Paul, 

To his prototype bears no resemblance at 
all. 

And for work apostolic decidedly small 
Inclination is known to display. 



Verona, not Tarsus, is where he hangs out, 
There at turning out tools with attention 
devout 
He keeps on, and the profits are high ; 
Not political tools, it is proper to state, 
Notwithstanding his having political 

weight, 
But the species that workmen with ele- 
gance great 
Employ in the trades that they ply. 

Apropos of his being in politics strong, 
We may mention the fact that he's proud 
to belong 
To the famous Americus club. 

( 



He was president once of the same, and 

he's yet 
'Way up in the stalwart Republican set, 
And to work for the party he doesn't forget 
When he's needed the hostiles to drub. 

He's down upon Quay — there's no doubt 
about that — 

And he's trying his utmost to paralyze Matt 
And to strengthen the cause of Dalzell ; 

For he thinks that the man who's a sena- 
tor should 

Have the brains and the will for his state 
to do good, 

Instead of being merely a figure of wood, 
Such as honest contempt must compel. 

To say that he's handsome is needless, for lo ! 

Our portrait the fact should sufficiently 
show 
Though it cuts down his noble phys- 
ique ; 

But he is not a target for matchmaking 
dames, 

For he's married, and done with premari- 
tal games, 

And the satisfied cut of his visage proclaims 
That the joy of his home is unique. 

12) 



HARRY S. PAUL. 



n^HE handsome face and athletic figure of Harry Paul, the dashing young 
*~ Republican leader, are familiar to every man about town in the cities 
of Pittsburg and Allegheny. Mr. Paul shines as a society man, as a suc- 
cessful man of business, and as a duly commissioned officer in the brigade 
of stalwart Republicans. 

He was born on Ross street, Pittsburg, February 13, 1856, and was 
educated at the Birmingham public school. In 1863 his parents moved 
across the river. Young Paul left school at about the age of 14, to learn the 
printing trade. After spending eighteen months at that occupation, he se- 
cured a position at the Crescent Steel Works, and remained there for a 
period of eighteen months, after which he removed with his family to 
Verona. 

In 1873 the Verona Tool Works were established, and Mr. Paul was en- 
gaged as shipping clerk. Two years later he took charge of the factory, and 
coming to Pittsburg assumed the management of the city office. In 1881 
he became one of the firm. The Tool Works proved a profitable concern, 
and built up for the Paul family the large fortune which they have for years 
enjoyed.- 

In 1886 Mr. Paul was elected president of the Americus Club, succeed- 
ing Captain John A. Reed. He served in that capacity until January, 1891, 
winning golden opinions by his success in maintaining and elevating the 
prestige of the Club, and its potency as a political force of the best type. 

Mr. Paul resides in Oakmont borough, and takes a prominent part in 
the management of the borough's affairs. He served eight years as coun- 
cilman and four years as school director. 

(13) 




Here's a Congressman new-made 
Who's a barrister by trade ; 
On the North Side he is Tommy Bayne's 
successor. 
Though not long ago he came 
From Tioga, yet of fame 
And of influence immense he's the pos- 
sessor. 

From Tioga county here 

He transferred his worldly gear, 
Occupying at the time but little compass. 

Little thought our people then 

That this quietest of men 
Would in politics some day stir up a 
rumpus. 



Then did Tommy Bayne step down, 

And his legislative crown 
He consigned at a convention to our hero ; 

Which exploit so strange and bold 

Made the people's blood run cold 
Till the temperature thereof went down 
to zero. 



How the party hacks did swear 
The " Old Lady " tore her hair ; 

All agreed, Bayne's legatee would be de- 
feated : 
But he proved that he was game, 
And succeeded just the same, 

So that finally in Congress he was seated. 



As a lawyer he pitched in 

Notoriety to win, 
And thereto, he found, quite easy was the 
journey ; 

For when once he'd made a hit 

He was honored with a "sit" 
Acting locally as Uncle Sam's attorney. 



Though his record's still to make 

Yet he seems so wide-awake 
And intent upon his duty squarely doing, 

That with justice we may say 

Allegheny folk to-day 
Needn't fear that yet their choice they 
will be ruing. 



(i4) 



WILLIAM A. STONE. 



HON. WILLIAM A. STONE, who represents the twenty-third district 
(Allegheny City) in the lower house of Congress, was born in Delmar 
township, Tioga county, Pa., in April, 1846, and received a common school 
education. When the war broke out, he enlisted as a private in Company 
A., 187th Pennsylvania Volunteers, and was subsequently promoted to a 
lieutenancy. On his return from the army he resumed his studies, and in 
1868 graduated from a state normal school. He then studied law with 
Stephen S. Wilson and J. B. Niles, in Tioga county. In September, 1870, 
he was admitted to the bar and entered upon a profitable practice in the 
civil courts. 

Colonel Stone has been District Attorney of Tioga county, and served 
as U. S. District Attorney for Western Pennsylvania under the Hayes, Gar- 
field, Arthur and Cleveland administrations. 

In 1890, when Congressman Bayne was nominated for re-election to 
Congress, he requested the Convention to transfer the nomination to Colonel 
Stone, and the recommendation was adopted. As considerable adverse crit- 
icism was aroused by this proceeding, Colonel Stone announced himself as 
a candidate on his own merits. New primaries were called and a new con- 
vention held, and the result was that Colonel Stone carried off the palm of 
victory, in the face of spirited opposition from the friends of George Shiras 
III. 

It is too early as yet to estimate Colonel Stone's powers as a statesman, 
but it may be truthfully said that he gives evidence, at the outset of his Con- 
gressional career, of a determination to serve his constituency with sedulous 
fidelity. 

('5) 




EUSTACE S. MORROW. 

Here's the counterfeit presentment of a He's a good deal of a moralist, and often 

functionary bland, gives advice 

Who directs financial matters with a quiet, To wicked young reporters, who of life 

steady hand ; enjoy the spice ; 

He's the watch-dog of the treasury, a solid And he goes to church on Sunday in a 

touch-me-not, solemn broadcloth coat, 

Just show him a marauder, and he'll nail Just like the Village Blacksmith in whose 

him on the spot. praise the poet wrote. 



Though mild of disposition and gentle in He is not a politician in the ordinary 

his ways, sense, 

Try to work him with " inflooence," and Though he holds a paying office, and his 

you'll see his optics blaze ; grip on it's immense ; 

For where many men are crooked he can For the people are his backers, and deny 

hold his head on high, it if you can, 

And honestly and squarely look the public He don't need to seek the office, for the 

in the eye. office seeks the man. 

(.16) 




E. M. BIGELOW. 



" I am monarch of all I survey ; 

My right there is none to dispute ; 
From the Hollow de Panther to points 
far away, 
I'm lord of the fowl and the brute. 

"An army of vassals I own ; 

I've a cinch on their bodies and souls. 
Oh, doesn't it make the Democracy 
groan 
To see 'em march up to the polls ? 

"At a dollar and upwards a day 

My henchmen their leisure consume ; 
As long as the city comes down with the 
pay, 
The labor may go up the flume. 

" Like the rulers of Rome and of Greece, 
I have wild beasts in stock by the score, 



And if taxpayers choose to intrude on 
my peace, 
Why, the beastlets will bathe in their 
gore. 

"I'm a dandy on getting up schemes, 
Which Councils are bound to support ; 
With plans to spend money my intellect 
teems, 
And ordinance making's my forte. 

" Do the people dislike me ? Come off ; 
I'm a monarch that can't be flim- 
flammed ; 
Let the taxpayers kick and the news- 
papers scoff — 
All I say is, the public be — Vander- 
bilted !" 



(i7) 




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When a man gets in hoc for a deed homicidal 

And thinks that the jury will likely convict, 
Nine times out of ten, with a hope that's not idle, 

He sends for the gent whom above we depict. 
For he knows that, though caught in flagrante 
delicto, 

His chances are good if he trusts to his nobs, 
Who vows he can clear him, and well knows the 
trick to 

Bamboozle a jury with fireworks and sobs. 



At the trial he proves that he hasn't been boast- 
ing, 
He poses exactly as shown in the cut, 
The district attorney he treats to a roasting 

And sets half the witnesses clean off their nut. 
In a speech he winds up that makes every one 
quiver. 
A martyr he makes of the murderer pale, 
Who, instead of being hanged, is sent over the 
river, 
Or straight-out acquittal with triumph can hail. 



'Tis a trait of our hero that ducats won't tempt him 
The commonwealth's side with his talents to aid; 

To help prosecutions no pow'r can pre-empt him, 
Such service, he thinks, would his honor de- 
grade. 



But that doesn't keep him from scooping in 
lucre, 

No slouch of an income he's able to earn, 
And, if only he's certain the hangman to euchre, 

The box receipts don't give him any concern. 



In the past as a statesman he made a beginning; 

He helped the Republican party to found, 
But base politicians in time had their inning 

And ran their shenanagin into the ground. 
In rage and disgust to the Mugwumps he bolted 

And ran independent for Congress — but oh ! 
There wasn't enough of the party revolted, 

To save him from eating a diet of crow. 



For the bench his admirers at intervals name 
him, 
But he sticks to the bar, where his prestige was 
gained, 
Where as " Glorious " the multitude first did pro- 
claim him, — 
No wonder to leave it he's always disdained. 
So onward he potters, a noteworthy figure; 
Though years may have bowed him and silvered 
his locks, 
They haven't diminished the shrewdness and 
vigor 
Whereby his competitors silly he knock. 

) 



THOMAS M. MARSHALL. 



THOMAS MERCER MARSHALL, the Father of the Allegheny County 
Bar, as by virtue of years and status he may well be styled, was born 
in the county of Londonderry, Ireland, November 20, 18 19. The family 
emigrated to the United States in 1822, his father purchasing a tract of land 
in Middlesex Township, Butler County. In November, 1826, Thomas M. 
Marshall came to Pittsburg to reside with his brother, James Marshall, the 
founder of the Farmers' Deposit National Bank. In 1839 he became a 
partner with his brother James in the wholesale grocery business. Weary- 
ing of commercial pursuits he entered, in 1843, the law office of Hon. 
Charles Shaler, then Judge of the District Court. Here the great fire of 
April 10, 1845, found Mr. Marshall a student. 

In 1846 he was admitted to the bar and entered upon general practice 
in partnership with Stephen H. Geyer, a life-long friend. His next partner 
was Major A. M. Brown, and his present partnership comprises his son, 
Thomas M. Marshall, Jr., and A. M. Imbrie, under the firm name of Mar- 
shalls & Imbrie. 

Mr. Marshall's services have been enlisted in almost every great crimi- 
nal trial that has taken place in Western Pennsylvania for the past thirty 
years ; and, while he is opposed to capital punishment and has never ac- 
cepted a retainer where there was a prospect that human life might be sac- 
rificed, he has tried more homicide cases than any other lawyer in Pennsyl- 
vania. His civil practice has been almost equally extensive. 

Mr. Marshall has never sought political preferment, although for forty 
years he was constantly before the people as a political speaker, first as an 
anti-slavery Whig and afterwards as an aggressive Republican. He was a 
member of Pittsburg Councils from 185 1 to 1856, and was president of 
Common Council during all that period. The Republican nomination for 
Congress from the Twenty-second district was tendered him in 1858, but he 
declined the honor. In May, 1882, he went as a delegate to the State 
Convention to urge the nomination of his nephew, Major A. M. Brown, for 
Judge of the Supreme Court. Despite his protest, the convention, amid 
great enthusiasm, nominated him for Congressman-at-large. On his return 
home, regardless of the importunities of his friends, he declined the nomi- 
nation, as no honor could induce him to leave his home and children. 

(19) 




Our artist portrays in the picture above Hence, although he's a man of a well- 

A political sharp of the genus kid-glove, balanced mind, 

Who for common ward hustlers don't har- So tough the perpetual drain does he find 



bor much love, 
Though such feelings he's bound to con- 
ceal. 

Preferment he's gained, and the cause of 
the boon 

Is because he's a solid commercial Mul- 
doon, 

And, in this case, the wire-pullers altered 
their tune 
In order to do the genteel. 

Though thusly a lucrative "sit" he has 
found, 

Well he knows that the job don't in pleas- 
ure abound ; 

For the "boys " rub it in on him all the 
year round 
And work him for places and cash. 



That, in desperate moments, he's often 
inclined 
To rush out and achieve something 
rash. 

In spite of these minor annoying details, 
This casting of anchors and trimming of 

sails, 
Which a good man in office once placed 

never fails 
To view with alarm and disgust, 
This mild-mannered gent never gets on 

his ear, 
But a plain middle course he is able to 

steer 
And still keep his conscience untroubled 

and clear, 
For he does the square thing by his 

trust. 



(20) 



JAMES S. McKEAN. 



JAMES STITT McKEAN, Pittsburg's model postmaster, was born in 
New Abbey, Dumfrieshire, Scotland, January 28, 1850. The same 
year his parents emigrated to the United States and took up their residence 
at Newburg, N. Y. In the following year they removed to Allegheny, and 
shortly afterwards went to Chartiers Creek. Here they resided until the 
close of the war, the coming Postmaster attending the district school and 
the Mansfield Academy. In 1866 the family removed to Washington 
County, settling at the place now known as Charleroi, where Mr. McKean 
worked on his father's farm. In 1876 he carne to Pittsburg, and with Mr. 
W. G. Duff established the agricultural implement firm of Duff & McKean. 
The firm prospered, and Mr. McKean by his geniality of disposition and 
other admirable qualities attached to himself many valuable friends, so that, 
when the time came for the appointment of a postmaster by President 
Harrison, his claims to the position were urged by the best people of the 
two cities, and the President readily decided in his favor. 

Mr. McKean was commissioned Postmaster December 20, 1889, and 
took charge of the office February 1, 1890. His predecessor had left 
affairs in excellent shape, but to the business-like mind of Mr. McKean 
there was room for doing still better, and he set out to make his office 
equal, if not superior, to any other in the country in every detail of man- 
agement. That he has been successful in this undertaking is attested by 
the splendid service furnished and the acknowledgments of Mr. McKean's 
efficiency publicly volunteered by his superiors. 

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Here's the very beau ideal of a theologic editor, 
Whose weekly lucubrations to humanity a credit 
are; 
United Presbyterian 
He is, and from Cimmerian 
Obscurity poor sinners would redeem; 
All the universe is shaken when he thunders con- 
troversially, 
And well he knows his thunder is of value great 
commercially ; 
In proportion to his vigor 
His subscription list grows bigger, 
And with wealth his Calvinistic coffers teem. 

'Tis superfluous to say that he's Scotch-Irish by 

nativity; 
That's proven by his militant sectarian proclivity ; 
He was quite a nimble-handed 
'Prentice typo when he landed 
In the States and for a footing cast around; 
With a Philadelphia printer his probation he com- 
pleted, 
Then he hankered for a pulpit, and with aspira- 
tions heated, 
Buckled down to studies drastic 
In a school ecclesiastic, 
Where a steady grist of pulpiteers is ground. 

It dawned on him at length that his intention was 

chimerical, 
Dame Nature hadn't built him with a turn for 
functions clerical; 
And the certainty came o'er him 
That a triumph lay before him 
If the journalistic quill he chose to wield. 
Into journalism, therefore, in the Buckeye State 
he drifted, 



And his Presbyterian voice in such stentorian 
tones uplifted, 
That the world soon learned to prize him, 
And with wonder recognize him 
As an editorial Richmond in the field. 

All the small fry publications of the Calvinist 

complexion 
Were absorbed in course of time beneath this 
editor's direction; 
Here in Pittsburg he combined them, 
And their patrons came behind them, 
Laying patronage enormous at his feet. 
In his printing house, besides, he runs off journals 

out of number 
For his neighbors, most of which are sure provo- 
catives of slumber; 
Books and pamphlets, too, he sets up — 
And artistic matters gets up — 
His equipment is undoubtedly complete. 

With the preachers he's a favorite ; in assemblies 

he is prominent, 
And rarely fails in argument to make himself pre- 
dominant. 
He's as jovial as they make 'em, 
And you'll very much mistake him 
If you think that he's a zealot harsh and cold. 
Ask the people in Sewickley, where for years he's 

been a resident, 
And none of them you'll find with inclination to 
be hesitant 
In voting him a sample 
Of good fellowship as ample 
As was ever in newspaperdom enrolled. 



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HUGH J. MURDOCH. 



HJ. MURDOCH, one of the proprietors and business manager of the 
United Presbyterian, is a native of Belfast, Ireland. Before leaving 
his native land he acquired a limited knowledge of the printing business. 
His apprenticeship was completed in the establishment of W. S. Young, in 
Philadelphia, where he had for his fellow-workers such distinguished jour- 
nalists and printers as John Russell Young, of the New York Herald, John 
Caison, of the Philadelphia Ledger, John Blakely, of the Philadelphia Even- 
ing Star, and James M. and George S. Ferguson, now prominent printers 
and publishers. 

Mr. Murdoch was subsequently induced to go to Westminster College, 
New Washington, Pa., with the intention of studying for the ministry; but 
he was so infatuated with journalism that he soon abandoned his original 
purpose and became connected with the Westminster Herald as its pub- 
lisher. Under his able management this paper was very successful. At a 
later period it was consolidated with the United Presbyterian, and the Presby- 
terian Witness, of Cincinnati, was also absorbed, thus giving Mr. Murdoch 
control of one of the best and most widely read religious journals in the 
country. At the present time, in fact, the United Presbyterian has a larger 
circulation than any other paper of its class outside of New York City. 

The printing of the paper is done by Murdoch, Kerr & Co., book and 
job printers, who also print the Christian Advocate, Methodist Recorder, 
Evangelical Repository, American Manufacturer, Workman, Labor Tribune, 
American, East End Bulletin, and all publications of the United Presbyter- 
ian Board, besides. carrying on an extensive job business. 

Mr. Murdoch was also at one time associated with the electrotyping and 
printing establishment of Ferguson Bros, in Philadelphia. 

Hugh J. Murdoch is still in the prime of life, and his proverbial capacity 
for hard work remains undiminished. He is active in the Employing Print- 
ers' Association, and in 1886, when the Leader Publishing Company had 
trouble with its employees, Mr. Murdoch left his own large business to set 
type for his embarrassed neighbor. 

He is highly esteemed in the United Presbyterian Church, of which he 
has been a consistent member since the union in 1858. In Sewickley, 
•where he has resided for a quarter of a century, he is known as a man of 
undeviating probity and sterling qualities. In business matters he is shrewd, 
prompt and decided, and socially he is noted for agreeable manners and the 
knack of making and retaining staunch friends. 

Mr. Murdoch is a valued member of the Pittsburg Press Club, and 
stands in the highest esteem among the newspaper fraternity. 

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Above we show a classic face 

Upon an easel mounted, 
Which, in its tawny-bearded grace, 

Is not to be discounted. 
The straight-out look that's in those eyes 

Will tell you in a minute 
That on his Nobs there are no flies, 

And that he's strictly in it. 

The railroad business is his trade, 

And like a book he knows it ; 
He's learned the ropes in ev'ry grade, 

And in his work he shows it. 
For twice ten years he's skirmished round, 

For passengers a-gunning, 
And such success his toil has crowned 

That all admit his cunning. 

A thriving road he represents ; 

Both east and west it branches ; 
The river front it ornaments 

And wants another franchise. 



But that of his is no affair — 

Such matters don't concern him ; 

From city jobs he's free as air 

And simply says, "Gol dern 'em." 

All sorts of catching tricks he tries : 

His bosom friend's the printer ; 
His hobby is to advertise 

Excursions in midwinter. 
Trainloads to Washington he hauls 

Through ice and snowdrifts frightful, 
And swears, no matter what befalls, 

That ev'ry trip's delightful. 

He revels in domestic bliss, 

And, when each day is ended, 
He wouldn't for a fortune miss 

The joys at home extended. 
The youngsters climb upon his knee 

And vow that, will he, nill he, 
They, too, boss railroad sharps will be, 

And knock their father silly. 
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ED. D. SMITH. 



ED. SMITH, the genial and wide-awake division passenger agent of the 
. B. & O. railroad, was born on Third Avenue, Pittsburg, April n, 
1852. He received his education at the public schools. At the age of 18 
he went to work for the Pittsburg & Connellsville railroad as clerk in the 
ticket department, and continued in that capacity until 1872, when the 
P. & C. railroad was taken by the B. & O., the latter having completed its 
line from Connellsville to Cumberland. 

After the absorption of the P. & C. road, the chief ticket office was 
moved to Baltimore. Mr. Smith then went on the civil engineer corps, 
performing in that service the only work ever done by him outside of the 
passenger business. 

In 1875 he was appointed city ticket agent of the B. & O. road, and 
was afterwards transferred to the depot. Four years later he was appointed 
division passenger agent of the B. & O., in charge of the Pittsburg division 
and its branches. 

Mr. Smith inaugurated the running of cheap popular excursions from 
this city, on a basis of 1 cent per mile, and has kept up the practice ever 
since. He also, in 1873, inaugurated the custom of annually taking out the 
newspaper men on an excursion, which has since been kept up by all the 
railroads. Another idea originated by Mr. Smith is that of midwinter ex- 
cursions to Washington and Baltimore. 

During Mr. Smith's management the B. & O. has handled more special 
traveling parties than any two roads in the city. He has a particularly 
happy knack of catching theatrical traffic. 

Mr. Smith labors early and late to make his department of the B. & O. 
road a success, and leaves nothing undone to promote the interests and 
revenues of the company. He is a prime favorite with the writers of 
the city press, and has a host of warm friends in all trades and professions.' 

He was the first associate member of the Pittsburg Press club. 

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l\ 



V>NN 



In Ireland the Shannon of rivers is king, He did it, anS lo ! like enchantment it 

And poets its praises melodiously sing, seemed, 

Recording in verse that this picturesque Riches came to him faster than ever he 

stream dreamed, 

Is the Father of Waters in glory supreme. And the more he produced and developed 

and leased, 

From the region of fact no departure we The more his monarchical greatness in- 

make, creased. 

When this river belov'd of the Irish we take „ ri .. ,,.,., 

As the prototype fitting in name and re- Whlle he h ^ ed u m , the 0l1 countl 7> strong 

nown was hand 

Of an oil-king in Pittsburg whose wealth Jl 1 P oliti ? of the Republican brand ; 

is his crown was burgess of Millerstown ; later the 

mayor 

With thoroughbred Yankees our subject 0f Bradford, and served with ability rare. 

is classed ; jr or Assembly and Congress as well he was 

In the county of Clarion his boyhood he named, 

passed, g u t business was stern and his energies 

Till, when yet but a youth of sixteen, he claimed, 

took flight And rejecting the honors they laid at his feet 

From collegiate shades for the Union to He migrated to Pittsburg, new rivals to 

fight- - meet. 

'Twas at Parker, one day, so the records What more does he need to round out his 

recite, success ? 

When the oil craze was just about reach- Not a thing on this earth that we know of,' 

ing its height, unless 

That the thought came upon him in wells Shannon's stream he may covet, as part of 

to invest, his kin, 

And accumulate millions forthwith, like But it's not in the market, and can't be 

the rest. bought in. 

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P. M. SHANNON. 



PHILIP MARTIN SHANNON, distinguished as a leading spirit among 
the independent oil producers of Pennsylvania, was born at Shannon- 
dale, Clarion County, Pa., September 2, 1846. He was reared in his native 
town, and had just entered upon his college course when, inspired by Presi- 
dent Lincoln's call for troops to put down the Rebellion, he enlisted, de- 
ceiving the enrolling officer as to his age, and was assigned to Company C, 
62d Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry, under Colonel Samuel W. Black, of 
Pittsburg. He served in the Army of the Potomac until the battle of 
Gaines' Mills, when, being disabled by a wound in the right foot, he was 
honorably discharged and returned home. On his recovery, he went to 
Pittsburg and secured employment as a traveling salesman. 

In 1870, Mr. Shannon went into the oil business at Parker. He was 
one of the pioneers at Millerstown, Butler County, operating largely in that 
field until the spring of 1879, when he went to Bradford and there became 
associated with the largest operators. The firm of Melvin, Walker, Shan- 
non & Co., alone controlled 10,000 acres of territory. 

In 1890, Mr. Shannon moved to Pittsburg, and was one of the pioneers 
of the Shannopin oil field. He owns extensive and valuable property there, 
and has realized largely upon the investment. He is also engaged in oil 
production in Wyoming, and is interested in the development of 150,000 
acres of territory in that State. In Forest County his holdings aggregate 
12,000 acres, and he has other leases scattered throughout the country. 
He is prominently connected with the independent producers' movement, 
and acts as one of its managers. 

Mr. Shannon was for many years active in Republican politics. In 
1874 he was elected burgess of Millerstown and filled the office acceptably. 
In 1876 he was a candidate for the Legislature, but the Butler County ring 
threw the vote of the oil section out of the Convention, thus defeating him. 
In 1885 he was elected Mayor of Bradford. Shortly before his removal to 
Pittsburg he was urged to run for Congress, but declined, and has since re- 
mained out of politics. 

Mr. Shannon was married on June 18, 1 881, to Miss Hattie M. Mcin- 
tosh, of Bradford. He stands high in the Masonic order, having reached 
the 32d degree in that fraternity, and is a past eminent commander of 
Trinity Commandery No. 58, K. T. He is a man of admirable social qual- 
ities, and has a host of friends in all parts of the State. 

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Rotund and fair 

With scanty hair 
And eyes that gleam expressively ; 

In manner blunt 

For 'tis his wont 
When bluffed, to act aggressively. 

Precise, exact, 

And full of tact, 
He's just the business sharp he looks ; 

The man we mean, 

It's easy seen, 
Is he who keeps the county's books. 



When hand in hand 

The pow'rful band^ 
Of county servants made a break 

For pay immense, 

On no pretense 
Would he be classed as on the make. 

The job he fought ; 

Officials ought, 
He held, unlike viscounts and dukes, 

To peg away 

On modest pay 
Like him who keeps the county's books. 



From youth he's been 

Through thick and thin 
In business plunged untiringly, 

Upon his ways 

The public gaze 
Has long been fixed admiringly. 

In Semple's store 

And Home's he bore 
The name of one who never brooks 

A crooked deal ; 

He's true as steel, 
This man who keeps the county's books. 

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Perchance 'twill be 

The case that he 
Will meet with base ingratitude. 

That thus, in fact, 

Republics act 
In somewhat of a platitude. 

But this we know 

Will be a go, 
If e'er reform gets in its hooks, 

That, first of all, 

Reward will fall 
On him who keeps the county's books. 



JAMES. A. GRIER. 



JAMES A. GRIER, the efficient Controller of Allegheny county, was 
born in the Fourth ward, Allegheny, February 16, 1849. He received 
his education at the public schools, which he attended for eight years. In 
1863, at the age of 14, he entered William Semple's store in Allegheny as 
errand boy, and in the following year he went to C. Yeager's establishment 
as a salesman. After an experience of four years in that capacity, he went 
to Joseph Home & Co.'s wholesale house as salesman, and remained there 
during the years 1868-9. I n 1870 he began business for himself in the re- 
tail furnishing line on Penn Avenue, and he was thus occupied for 10 years. 

In 1882, after a brief venture in the coal business, Mr. Grier became assist- 
ant chief clerk in the County Controller's office. In the fall of 1890 he was 
elected to the Controllership, and on assuming office speedily signalized 
himself by undertaking to give the people a clean, economical, business-like 
administration. With this end in view he repeatedly went into court for 
authority to dispense with superfluous employees and sources of expendi- 
ture, and his opposition to the county salary grab is still fresh in the public 
memory. 

Controller Grier's reform methods have lost him the favor of pro- 
fessional politicians, but he has gained the good-will and cordial en- 
dorsement of the people, and his blameless official career is a sure passport 
to popular favor in the event of his again seeking recognition at the polls. 

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Sing hey, sing ho 
For the days of long ago, 
When a plentitude of blood was on the 
moon, 
And the boys that wore the blue 
Went and whipped the rebel crew 
For the sake of giving freedom to the coon. 
Then the chap above exhibited — a printer 
he by trade — 
Laid his typographic implements away, 
And the call for Union fighters with alac- 
rity obeyed, 
And went marching off in regimentals 

gay- 

Through thick and through thin 
He bravely waded in 
And rebel blood in cataracts he shed ; 
So ferocious was his wrath 
That he cut an awful swath 
And sent hundreds to a sanguinary bed. 
Then home he came exultant and was 
clapped upon the back 
For the way that he the enemy had slain. 
And once more he settled down upon the 
old familiar tack, 
Setting type in that discarded " stick " 
again. 



Each " take " that he took 
From off the copy hook 
He mangled, just to keep himself in trim, 
And whene'er his blood got warm 
He'd go off and "pi a form," 
Fighting tactics were a habit still with him. 
Later on he tackled politics and struck a 
paying "sit" 
In the treasury, and froze to it, you bet ; 
For he wouldn't have been ousted and he 
never would have quit 
If he hadn't got a snap that's softer yet. 

As it was, the G. A. R. 
Helped along his lucky star, 
He got in among the presidential pets 
And a whopping prize he drew — 
Not a blessed thing to do 
But to pay their monthly stipend to the 

vets. 
He won't wear a bogus title like some 
other men of rank ; 
He is courteous and makes every man 
his friend. 
And for commonplace vicissitudes he 
doesn't care a blank, 
For his comrades will stick by him to 
the end. 



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H. H. BENGOUGH. 



HERBERT H., better known as "Harry," Bengough, was born in Pitts- 
burg June 15, 1845, °f English parentage. He was left an orphan at 
the age of four years, and was adopted by Captain William Burns, of Mt. 
Oliver, Lower St. Clair Township. He attended the common school at Mt. 
Oliver, and for one season was a pupil of the late Prof. Andrew Burtt, who, 
as the warm personal friend of the youth's parents, assumed the responsi- 
bility of acting as his guardian. To Prof. Burtt's interest in his welfare Mr. 
Bengough attributes much of his success in life. 

In the fall of 1858, Mr. Bengough entered the office of the Pittsburg 
Gazette, and he was a printer on that paper when the Civil War began. 

On September 11, 1861, before reaching the age of 17, he enlisted 
as a private in Co. K, 78th P. V., and went with his regiment to the 
front in General James S. Negley's division. This command was ordered 
south via Louisville, and from the day of its advance towards Nashville 
until the fall of Atlanta, was engaged in all the brilliant achievements of the 
Fourteenth Army Corps, commanded by General Thomas. The three years' 
term of Mr. Bengough's regiment expired at the time of the capture of 
Atlanta, and his regiment was mustered out at Kittanning on October 12, 
1864. During the entire three years Mr. Bengough was never once absent 
from active service, and, considering the dangers which his regiment went 
through, he was fortunate in escaping with two slight flesh-wounds. 

Returning home, he regarded his soldiering as ended, and entered upon 
a course at the Iron City College. But excitement was at its height in the 
spring of 1865, and he could not resist the temptation to re-enlist along with 
some of his old comrades. He helped to organize Co. K, 104th P. V., and 
became its orderly sergeant. The company reported at Norfolk, Va., but 
was mustered out soon afterwards, as the war was brought to a close. 

Mr. Bengough looked after the interests of his foster-father until 1869, 
when he returned to the printer's case. In 1874, at the request of his old 
commander, General Negley, he accepted a clerical position in Washington, 
but found it uncongenial, and returned to Pittsburg in the following year. 

In 1882 he became a clerk under R. D. Layton, then General Secretary 
of the K. of L., and in the following year he entered City Treasurer Dennis - 
ton's office, and was by him appointed vehicle officer. During his service 
in the treasury he handled millions of dollars, absolute faith being reposed 
in his integrity. 

On November 17, 1890, Mr. Bengough was appointed U. S. Pension 
Agent by President Harrison, over the heads of many influential contestants. 
The unanimous support of his comrades in Western Pennsylvania contrib- 
uted chiefly to this result. Since his appointment the business of the pen- 
sion office has greatly expanded, but Mr. Bengough has proved equal to all 
demands upon him, and his administration has been in line with the record 
of prudence, honesty and strict regard for duty which has marked his whole 
lifetime. 

(SO. 




What should a doctor foster? 
Should he pose as an exhauster 
Of the deepest learned lore? 
Should he potter through the mazes 
Of queer eccentric phrases 

And o'er heavy volumes pore? 
Work in pathologic highways 
And in anatomic byways, 
Tackle hygiene and such? 
No, not much, much, much, much, much, 

much, much, 
Should a doctor thus employ himself? Not 
much. 



Of the tribe we show a sample 
Fully qualified to trample 

On ideas long played out. 
Though professionally prudent 
And a very zealous student 

In his college days, no doubt, 
Yet no midnight oil he uses, 
Nor his leisure moments loses, 
Over works that are abstruse. 
What's the use, use, use, use, use, use, use? 
Of researches scientific what's the use? 



When prescriptions he's not writing, 
Or the formulas reciting 

Which physicians all get off, 
He enjoys emancipation 
And the signs of his vocation 

He is mighty glad to doff. 



Then he joins the hustlers gallant, 
Who by dint of special talent 
On the reins of statesmanship 
Have a grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, grip, 

grip; 
Yes, he, too, would like to have a solid grip. 

'Twould be difficult to mention 
A Republican convention 

In the county that he fails 
To attend; because he labors 
Out at Crafton 'mid his neighbors 

And in politics prevails. 
Some for Congressman suggest him, 
And 'tis doubtful who could best him 
If he'd only make the race; 
That's the case, case, case, case, case, case, 

case; 
Yes, in district Twenty-four it is the case. 



From these data 'tis apparent 
That those medicos who daren't 

Make in politics a fuss, 
Lest their dignity might suffer, 
Hover near the genus duffer, 

That's the way it looks to us; 
For if trade must always claim 'em 
How can anybody name 'em 
For a legislative job? 
There's the rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, 
Yes, ye stiff and starchy doctors, there's the 
rub. 



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D. G. FOSTER, M. D. 



DAVID GILMORE FOSTER was born at Rossview, Scott township, in 
1849. He received his early education in the common schools, and 
at the age of 18 went to Wooster College, Ohio, where he graduated three 
years later. In 1869 he went to Jefferson Medical College, Philadelphia, 
and from that institution he graduated on completion of the usual course. 
Returning to his home near Crafton, he began the practice of medicine, 
which he has since carried on steadily and successfully in that locality. 

Dr. Foster takes a keen interest in politics on the Republican side, and 
regularly attends County Conventions as a delegate. When President 
Harrison was nominated, he was an alternate to the National Convention. 
He is Major in the Fourteenth Regiment, and attends every encampment. 
His name has been mentioned for Congress in the Twenty-fourth district, 
and in view of his great personal popularity and the services which he has 
rendered the party, there is no doubt but that in the event of his nomina- 
tion, he would be an easy winner. 

He is a whole-souled, liberal-minded man, quick to sacrifice his own 
convenience for the benefit of others, whether in the practice of his pro- 
fession or in the pursuit of politics. Hence there is none among the medi- 
cal practitioners of Allegheny County who is more generally respected and 
admired. 

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This pretty fellow with features symmetri- Business may lag, but he'll never lay 

cal, down, 

Flies a high kite in the business theat- Whoops 'er up lively and catches the 

rical ; town. 

Bosses a play-house where every one goes 

And rakes in the shekels, as every one Handsome he is — he's what you might 
knows. call a man, 

Dresses in costlier raiment than Solomon. 
With his Prince-of-Wales beard and his 

Frenchy mustache, 
How can he help it, if hearts he must 

smash ? 
Maidens, beware, for he is not avail- 
able, 
Seeking his smile is the next thing to jail- 
Rivals he has and don't care a cuss for able ; 

'em, But if it's to relish good acting you seek, 

Says if they kick, it's only the worse for He'll welcome you all every day in the 
'em. week. 

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Among royal fellows he's always the 

royalest, 
Sticks to his friends in a manner the 

loyalest ; 
In the reg'lar profession he hasn't a foe, 
From the star at the top to the super 

below. 



R. M. GULICK. 



RM. GULICK, manager of the Bijou Theatre, was born in Brooklyn, N. 
• Y., August 15, 1854. His father is of Scotch and Irish extraction, 
and is now a retired tea merchant in New York City. 

It was the desire of Mr. Gulick's parents that he should follow in his 
father's footsteps, but his tastes led him into other fields. Having located 
in Pittsburg, he perceived, with sagacious foresight, an opening in the the- 
atrical business for a man of energy, enterprise and executive ability. Ac- 
cordingly, in 1886, he acquired an interest in the new and popular Bijou 
Theatre, which has since crowned his hopes with fulfilment by becoming 
one of the best paying houses in America. For a while it was a hard 
struggle, but perseverance and strict application on the part of Mr. Gulick 
led up to merited success. To-day, though a young man, Mr. Gulick is re- 
cognized as among the most conspicuous factors in the nurture of the drama 
in this country. The firm of R. M. Gulick & Co. has, in fact, established a 
perpetual claim on the gratitude of the people of Pittsburg by making this 
city a center of attraction to the best dramatic talent of the world. Among 
the stars and organizations brought here by them may be mentioned : the 
divine Patti ; the great New York Casino success, " Erminie," with Francis 
Wilson ; Pauline Hall ; Marie Jansen ; the noted English artists, Mr. and 
Mrs Kendal; Francis Wilson in his charming comic opera, "The Merry 
Monarch;" De Wolf Hopper in "Castles in the Air" and "Wang;" the 
queenly Lillian Russell in the Garden Theatre success, " La Cigale," with its 
magnificent scenery and costumes and other elaborate features in original 
detail. This engagement was one of the crowning society events of the 
season of 1891. 

The name of R. M. Gulick & Co. has become a synonym for honesty 
and integrity, the business transactions of the firm being conducted on the 
bed-rock basis of square dealing. 

While there are, of course, fluctuations in the artistic worth of attrac- 
tions produced at the Bijou, public opinion never changes in its apprecia- 
tion of the pure and elevated tone of the entertainments seen at this pros- 
perous temple of Thespis. 

Personally "Dick" Gulick, as he is known to his friends, is one of the 
most popular men of his calling. He is tall and distinguished-looking; the 
pink of affability and refinement; in short, in all respects, a true type of 
the cultured American gentleman. 

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There is not, we should judge, an Ameri- 
can resident 

Here, but has heard of the man 
Who declared he would rather be right 
than be President ; 

Such of his life was the plan. 
Now without any bother 
You'll find such another 

Good soul, of unselfishness bright, 
Who without entertaining 
Ambition, or training 

For office, is glad to be (W) right. 



In '76, when the west he grew weary of, 

Hitherward gaily he came, 
And though lathing's a trade that before 

he was leary of, 
That's what he tried, just the same. 

Not a jobber or master 

Could lath any faster 
Than he — 'twas an elegant sight 

When he worked ; yet he quit it 

When once more admitted 
To serve at the bar — was he (W) right? 



In the days antedating his manhood's 
maturity 
Lathing he learned as a trade, 
But a lather, you see, is condemned to 
obscurity, 
Totally left in the shade. 

So from Syracuse, where he 
Was reared, to the prairie 
He skipped by the moon's misty light ; 
And he soon made his way in 
And ran a cafe in 
Chicago, wherein he was (W) right. 



That's a question, the answer to which is 

affirmative 
Since a success he has been ; 
And it's lucky he has not himself made a 

hermit of, 
Seeing the cash that rolls in. 

He's big, fat and healthy, 

Enormously wealthy, 
And 'twould be of folly the height 

To assume the position 

That William's condition 
In life doesn't prove that he's (W)right. 



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WILLIAM J. WRIGHT. 



IN his particular walk of life, William J. Wright is as well and as favorably- 
known, perhaps, as any other citizen of Allegheny County. He was 
born at Syracuse, N. Y., in August, 185 1, and attended the common and 
parochial schools until the age of 14. On leaving school, he learned the 
trade of lathing, but never followed it, other pursuits presenting a more 
congenial aspect. At the age of 19 he left Syracuse and went to Chicago, 
where he managed a cafe for three years. In 1876 he came to Pittsburg 
and went to work at his trade. He was considered the fastest lather that 
Pittsburg had seen up to that time. 

Subsequently he re-entered the liquor business, opening up a hand- 
somely appointed establishment at Nos. 2 and 4 McMaster's Way. He has 
remained in that location, and the house has become noted as headquarters 
for the best whisky in Pittsburg. Mr. Wright keeps his whisky till it at- 
tains a ripe old age before serving it to his patrons, and handles only supe- 
rior brands. 

He is Secretary and Treasurer of the Virginia & Pittsburg Coal and 
Coke Company, and has other valuable interests, making him independ- 
ently wealthy. He lives in good style in the East End. 

(37) 




A federal officeholder this ; 

Not one of those who place obtain 
Through eagerness for sordid gain, 

And are in moral sense remiss, 
Like some that we might name. 

Not he ; for, blest with riches great, 
Tis but for glory that he bears 
The burden of official cares, 

And honestly to serve the state 
Has always been his aim. 

Like him we sang of yesterday, 
Financially a masterstroke 
He made by selling coal and coke, 

And fast to fortune pushed his way 
By dint of steady toil. 

Monongahela's valley holds 

His mines ; a townlet there he made, 
Which bears his name, by him 
swayed, 

And mammoth interests enfolds 
For him who owns the soil. 

An orator he is, and oft 
His gift of rhetoric applies 
To help the G. O. P. to rise 

From out the depths and soar aloft 
Defiant of the foe. 



Paternity the party owes 

To him and other braves who met 
In our old hall — the Lafayette, 

And waked the country from a doze 
Nigh forty years ago. 

A legislative seat he held 
In '88, and, sad to say, 
He nominated Matthew Quay 

For Senator, thereto impelled 
Erroneously, of course. 

Then, after Benny took his place 

As President, through Matt's support, 
Our man was chosen of this port 

Collector — so, you see, the case 
Was one of horse and horse. 



is To prohibition he inclines ; 

'Twas he that introduced the bill 
Forbidding men to make or swill 

Beer, whiskey, rum, or even wines — 
That notion's now non est. 

He lives at Beaver, and so well 
Do people know his upright ways 
And model life in every phase 

That of his virtues oft they tell 
With ardor unrepressed. 

(38) 



JOHN F. DRAVO. 



HON. JOHN F. DRAVO, a prominent factor in the coal and coke inter- 
ests of Pittsburg, was born at West Newton, Westmoreland County, 
October 29, 18 19. He is the grandson of Anthony Dreveau, a florist, who 
came to this country as a follower of the Marquis De Lussiere in 1794, and 
became the pioneer horticulturist in Pittsburg. Michael Dravo, Anthony's 
eldest son, and the father of the subject of this sketch, is still living with 
his daughter, Mrs. J. D. Long, at Oakland. 

John Fleming Dravo was brought up in Allegheny County. He re- 
ceived his early education at the public schools, and studied at Allegheny 
College for two years, when failing health compelled him to abandon the 
course. He was about 17 years old when he came to Pittsburg, and was 
just entering manhood when he moved to McKeesport to engage in the 
business of mining and shipping coal, in which he acquired prominence and 
fortune. He planned and founded the town of Dravosburg, on the Monon- 
gahela River. 

In 1868 he disposed of his extensive coal interests and engaged in the 
manufacture of coke, establishing large plants at Connellsville, and organiz- 
ing the Pittsburg Gas, Coal and Coke Company, of which he became Gen- 
eral Manager and Treasurer, and afterwards executive head. 

From i860 till 1870 he was President of the Coal Exchange, and in 
1884 he succeeded the late General J. K. Moorhead as President of the 
Chamber of Commerce. He has labored for years to secure the improve- 
ment of the Ohio and Monongahela Rivers. 

Captain Dravo' s early political efforts were made in the Abolitionist 
cause. He was one of the organizers of the first Republican Convention, 
which met at Lafayette Hall, Pittsburg, February 22, 1854, and when the 
party took the field in 1856 he became one of its leaders. He possesses 
splendid oratorical powers, and has delivered many notable speeches on 
finance and the tariff. Two addresses delivered by him on the death of 
Grant are among the classics of latter-day oratory. 

In 1886 Captain. Dravo was induced to go to the Legislature from 
Beaver County. It was he that introduced the famous prohibition amend- 
ment, and he also had the distinction of nominating M. S. Quay for the 
U. S. Senate. 

President Garfield appointed Captain Dravo Collector of the Port in 
1 88 1, and he filled the position with fidelity until after Cleveland's election. 
President Harrison appointed him to the same office in deference to public 
opinion in western Pennsylvania. 

Captain Dravo is a director and stockholder in many corporations of 
prominence. He is also a Trustee of Allegheny College, Meadville, and 
President of Beaver Female College. 

He was married in 1842 to Eliza Jane Clark, and has completed, ac- 
cordingly, a round half century of wedded life. Ten children were born to 
him, of whom five are living. 

(39) 




There's a ward that sits up on the top of 
the hill, 
And its boss in our picture we show, 
He controls ward elections with singular 
skill 
On behalf of Magee, Flinn & Co. 
For many a year 
He's helped to steer 
The doings of Councils — and isn't it 
queer, 

That, though privately straight, 
He don't hesitate 
To wink at such jobs as the ring may 
dictate ? 

A mortgage is held on the gavel he wields 

By Billy and Chris, it is said, 
And he's bound to respond when these 
two pull the strings, 
Or else he'll be knocked on the head. 
But he does so well 
That Christopher L. 
United to boost him with Johnny Dalzell : 
For the post-office they 
Made a desperate play 
On our hero's behalf, but were wal- 
loped by Quay. 

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Quite oddly the man who caught on to 
the place 
Is a Mason high up in degree, 
While the other, who couldn't catch up in 
the race, 
Is as high up a Mason as he. 

Their lodge is the same, 
And both of them claim 
That neither would fain put the other to 
shame, 

But there's many a slip 
'Twixt the password and grip, 
Which was proved by the fight for the 
postmastership. 

Now, though on this office our subject got 
left, 
He thinks there is hope for him yet, 
For he firmly believes that a man of his heft 
Some lofty preferment should get. 
But he don't need to flop, 
For Magee is on top 
And on mail-handed Matthew has gotten 
the drop ; 

So some day, per request, 
He'll likely be blest 
With a chance to officially feather his nest. 

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H. P. FORD. 

HENRY P. FORD, who is best known to the Pittsburg public as the pre- 
siding officer of Select Councils, was born at Hudson, N. Y., October 
!5> 1 ^37- He is an expert accountant, and in that capacity has been con- 
nected with many of the leading manufacturing concerns in Pittsburg. In 
1853 he commenced his business career as assistant clerk at W. S. Harmer's. 
In the following year he became bookkeeper for the Associated Firemen's 
Insurance Company ; and when that concern wound up, he took charge of 
the books of the Eureka Insurance Company, his connection with which 
continued until 1861. He was then engaged as bookkeeper by Singer, 
Nimick & Co., with whom he remained for ten years. 

In 1 87 1, Mr. Ford established the firm of Emerson, Ford & Co., saw 
manufacturers, at Beaver Falls, his interest in which continued until 1876. 
In February, 1878, he was employed as book-keeper for the Crescent Tube 
Company, Limited, and afterwards as Secretary and Treasurer for the same 
Company. In 1881 he went to the Pennsylvania Tube Company as book- 
keeper, but gave up his position in May, 1882, on account of typhoid pneu- 
monia and death in his family. For three years, from May, 1882, until 
1885, he was thrown into litigation with the firm of Ford & Lacy. He has 
not been in active business since. 

In February, 1881, Mr. Ford became a member of Councils from the 
Eleventh Ward, and has since been regularly re-elected. On April 2, 1888, 
he succeeded Mayor Gourley as President of Select Council, and at once 
made his mark as a clear-headed presiding officer. He was President of 
the Young Men's Republican Tariff Club in 1891, and is now Vice-Presi 
dent of the Republican County Committee. 

(41) 




Who couldn't tell who this blooming old After the war this renowned Alleghenian 

stager is ? Looked for a trade he might turn an odd 

Easily known the phiz of the major is ! penny in. 

With his Frenchified beard and his digni- Idleness gave him a fit of the blues, 

fled look So he gave up his time to the selling of 

On the North side the major is known booze 

like a book. 



Slick as you please, no crook could bam- 
boozle him. 

Hebrew? Why, cert; though he's not 
from Jerusalem. 

Germany shoulders the blame of his birth, 

Though he swears that this country's the 
finest on earth. 

In the Rebellion he battled courageously ; 
Sabred the gray -coated rebels rampage- 

ously ; 
Rode with the troopers, and made such a 

hit 
That promotion he gained on the strength 

of his grit. 

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Business poured in till, with cruel asperity, 
License dispensers attacked his prosperity, 
Knocked out his license at retail to sell, 
And threatened to stop his wholesaling as 
well. 

Still he survives and gets along swimming- 

iy, 

Fills up the bottles for customers brim- 

mingly, 
Fattens himself on his good lager beer, 
And rides with the vets on parade once a 

year. 



MAX KLEIN. 



"V /TAJOR MAX KLEIN, the leading wholesale liquor dealer in Allegheny, 
-'-** and as estimable a man as ever tapped a barrel of Old Monongahela, 
was born in the southern part of Rhenish Bavaria, January 3, 1843, and was 
educated in the common schools of his native place. In 1859 he came to 
the United States, and proceeded from New York to Cincinnati, and thence, 
six months later, to Vicksburg, Miss., where he remained until the breaking 
out of the war. He came up the Mississippi on the steamer " Emma," 
which was the last vessel to pass the blockade. In 1861 he went to Keokuk, 
la., and in August of the same year enlisted as a private in Co. F, First Iowa 
Cavalry. He served until August, 1863, and re-enlisted in the field. He 
was honorably discharged at Austin, Texas, while serving under General 
Custer, having completed a total term of service amounting to five years all 
but five days. 

After his discharge, Major Klein located at Keokuk, la., and remained 
there two years, during which time he was married. He then went to Cum- 
berland, Md., where he spent a year, and in 1870 came to Pittsburg. Since 
that time he has resided permanently in this locality, and has built up a 
reputation second to none as an honorable and enterprising man of business. 

Major Klein's establishment is located at No. 82 Federal street, Alle- 
gheny. He has a large permanent trade in the two cities, and ships ex- 
tensively to the East, West and South. 

(43) 




Old King Coal 

Is a money-making soul, 
And a money making soul is he. * 

His principal vicegerent 

And most notable adherent 
In the portraiture above you see. 

In immensity of riches, 

A consideration which is 
Enough to make him happy as a clam, 

Very few come near encroaching 

On his status or approaching 
The magnificence of Captain Sam. 



Blooded steeds 

By the score he breeds, 
He's a race track patron famed ; 

Nor in history or fable 

Has the equal of his stable 
To the world been yet proclaimed. 

His heart it fills with rapture 

When he manages to capture 
Racing trophies ; and with truth he brags 

That there isn't in creation 

Such another aggregation 
As the Captain's peerless nags. 



Of collieries three 
The proprietor to be 

Is a blessing that's enjoyed by few ; 
That's the captain's situation, 
And the same with admiration 

Poor humanity is wont to view. 
Coal from near the Youghiogheny 
Brings him in a pretty penny, 

And from coke he makes a large-sized 
stake ; 
So you'll notice in divulging 
That his money-bags are bulging 

Not the semblance of an error do we make. 



A feature great 

Of the Cap's estate 
Is his recently acquired hotel. 

'Tis the oldest in the city 

And — this really was a pity — 
Into monetary straits it fell. 

But, though no one would have thought 
it, _ 

In the nick of time he bought it, 
And has placed it on the old-time plane ; 

Its revival thus from deadness 

Proves that cash and go-aheadness 
Never unify their pow'r in vain. 



(44) 



CAPTAIN S. S. BROWN 



CAPTAIN " SAM " BROWN, coal and coke operator, turf magnate, hotel 
proprietor, and "citizen of the world," as Goldsmith has it, is one of 
the financial pillars of Western Pennsylvania. He was born near Pittsburg 
in 1844, and received a thorough education at the common schools and at 
Washington and Jefferson College. His father, W. H. Brown, established in 
1847 the vast coal and coke interests of which, at his death in 1875, S. S. 
and Harry Brown became proprietors under the firm name of W. H. Brown's 
Sons. The firm operates three extensive collieries in the Monongahela 
Valley, turning out annually 14,000,000 bushels of coal of superior quality, 
and also owns large coke interests at Dawson, Pa. Branch offices are lo- 
cated at Cincinnati, Memphis, Arkansas City, Terrene, Greenville, Natchez, 
St. Louis, and New Orleans. 

Captain S. S. Brown is a famous patron of the turf, and owns a magni- 
cent string of racers. He has extensive stables at Newport, Ky., and also 
owns the old Bascombe racing track at Mobile, which he uses as training 
quarters for his horses. Troubadour, which won the suburban handicap, 
was one of his stud. He is also the owner of a small railroad in the South. 
In 1890, when the Monongahela House fell into difficulties, Captain Brown 
bought in the establishment and infused new life into the management, with 
such excellent results as to make it now one of the best paying hotel pro- 
perties in Pittsburg. 

Captain Brown owns a delightful country seat in the mountains above 
Uniontown. He is a great traveler, spending the winter season usually in 
the Southern States or the West Indies ; and his immense fortune enables him 
to take out of life all the tangible enjoyment there is in it. 

(45) 




This is a pleader — a limb of the law ; 
In a spoilt reputation he'll heal any flaw, 
Be you ever so wicked, just put up the 

fees, 
And he'll wrestle with justice as nice as 

you please. 



He is funny, pathetic, or tragic at will, 
And works on a jury with marvelous skill. 

Cross-examining is a diversion for him, 
He gets hold of a witness and makes his 

head swim ; 
Of the district attorney he's certain to 

speak 
As a bloodthirsty miscreant grinding the 

weak. 



In his boyhood he valiantly shouldered a 

gun, 
And for three weary years helped to keep 

on the run 
The rebels— confound 'em— and great But although he sticks up for the crooks 

was his glee, man Y a time > 

On the day that brought round the sur- He ' s a square man himself, with no liking 

render of Lee. for crime, 

And when death comes along he need feel 
In pleading a case he'll try every resort, no alarm, 

He can crack a broad smile or shed tears For he'll play on a harp with a wonderful 

by the quart ; charm. 

(46) 



CHARLES F. McKENNA. 



CHARLES F. McKENNA, Attorney-at-law, was born in the Fourth 
Ward, Pittsburg, in 1845, his parents being among the early settlers of 
the city. He received his education at the day and night schools of his 
native ward. At the age of 14 years, having developed a strong predilec- 
tion for sketching and drawing, he was indentured as an apprentice to learn 
the art of lithographing with William Schuchman, in his day the pioneer in 
that business in Western Pennsylvania. 

After a service of two years, Mr. McKenna exchanged the engraver's 
pencil for the soldier's musket, and in 1862 responded to the call of Abra- 
ham Lincoln for 300,000 more men to defend the Union. He enlisted as a 
private in the 155th Pennsylvania Veteran Volunteers, then being recruited 
in Pittsburg by Colonel E. Jay Allen. In less than ten days from enlist- 
ment the young soldier, who had not yet completed his seventeenth year, 
stood reported to the Army of the Potomac under General McClellan, and 
participated with the newly recruited regiment in the forced marches of the 
Maryland campaign and the victory at Antietam. For three long weary 
years following, Mr. McKenna took part with his company and regiment in 
all the sanguinary campaigns of the Army of the Potomac, under Generals 
Burnside, Hooker, Meade, and Grant, until the final surrender of Lee at 
Appomattox, in April, 1865. Mr. McKenna has ever since been active in 
Grand Army and Veteran Legion work. In January, 1892, he was compli- 
mented by being chosen Colonel of the Union Veteran Legion, Encamp- 
ment No. 1, of Pittsburg, an organization of three years' veterans, number- 
ing about one thousand members. 

After the war, Mr. McKenna studied law in Pittsburg, and was admitted 
to the bar in October, 1868. He has ever since applied himself closely to 
his profession, and has acquired a very large and lucrative practice. He is 
in the prime of life and energy, and notwithstanding the professional de- 
mands upon him, has found time for recreation in the shape of several trips 
to Europe, the benefit of which he shares with his old war comrades, by 
giving at the camp fires and posts stereopticon views and descriptive 
lectures. 

Whilst not a politician in the sense of becoming a delegate or active in 
conventions, Mr. McKenna has always been a pronounced Democrat, and is 
relied upon in State and National campaigns to give his party the benefit of 
his ability as a stump orator. 

Mr. McKenna was married in 1872 to Miss Virginia White, of Virginia, 
and for some years has resided at the Monongahela House. 

(47) 




We've seen many giants colossal, * 

Old Chang, who from China came o'er, 
O'Brien, the museum fossil, 

Cap. Bates and a good many more. 
But the chap in the cut above knocks off 

The spots from the other galoots ; 
He's seven feet high with his socks off 

And pretty near eight in his boots. 

He's a medical sharp by profession, 

And knows all the tricks of the trade, 
The science that's in his possession 

Casts Galen & Co. in the shade. 
It makes people go into raptures, 

Such sweet diagnoses he makes, 
So that plenty of custom he captures 

And rakes in some elegant stakes. 

The political fever attacked him, 
(This incident's sad to record,) 

Magee and the rest of 'em backed him 
In a South Side Republican ward. 

The people of Birmingham sent him 



To Councils to strengthen his grip, 
But this didn't fully content him, 
So he asked for a Senatorship. 

" Not much," said Magee, " you are gun- 
ning 

For a place that you never will get ; 
A relation of mine, who is running, 

Will knock the persimmon, you bet." 
Now the Doctor got riled at the snub- 
bing 

And flatly refused to withdraw, 
But, alas ! he came in for a drubbing, 

For Magee's simple dictum was law. 

Of late he's been zealously fighting 

The battles of Senator Quay ; 
He thinks that thereby he is righting 

The wrongs of an earlier day. 
And his hopes are so very much greater 

To-day, that he's ready to swear 
Up and down that he'll occupy later 

A State Senatorial chair. 



(48) 



DR. A. J. BARCHFELD. 



THE towering form of Dr. A. J. Barchfeld, of the South Side, is as well 
known in Pittsburg as is that of the "Tall Sycamore of the Wabash" 
in the State of Indiana. But the parallel ends there. Dr. Barchfeld is just 
as uncompromising a Republican as Voorhees is an uncompromising Dem- 
ocrat. The Doctor is a Southsider " from the ground up." He was born 
in the Twenty-ninth Ward, then the borough of Birmingham, May 18, 1863. 
After passing through the common schools and the Central High School, 
he began the study of medicine in the office of Dr. E. A. Wood. In March, 
1884, he graduated from Jefferson Medical College, Philadelphia, and en- 
tered at once upon the practice of his profession. In 1886 he made his 
debut in politics by capturing a school directorship. In the following year 
he was elected to Councils, and was re-elected in 1888, but he declined to 
serve, having fixed his eye upon higher game in the shape of a seat in the 
State Senate. He made a sturdy fight against Steele, who had the Magee 
backing, but the odds were against him, and he was defeated. When the split 
occurred between Quay and Magee, Dr. Barchfeld declared for Quay, and he 
has since maintained his loyalty to the man from Beaver. In the Dalzell- 
Robinson fight for the presidency of the State League, he was active as a 
Robinson organizer. He is now out a second time for Senator Steele's 
place, and promises to give his opponent a hard battle. 

Dr. Barchfeld possesses phenomenal energy and firmness of purpose. He 
is big, brainy and whole-souled, and counts his friends and admirers by the 
thousand. 

(49) 




Behold a star 

Of the county bar, 
He shines with radiance luminous ; 

He loves the look 

Of a statute book, 
And his whiskers are voluminous. 

Nerve and vanity, 

Christianity, 
Bids for applause which savor of quackery. 

These you will find 

In his make-up combined 
To suggest a creation of Dickens or 
Thackeray. 

He held the fort 

In the license court, 
The judges both gave ear to him. 

That he was there 

To run the affair 
Appeared to be perfectly clear to him. 

Like a Vandal, 

Gossip and scandal, 
Hearsay evidence, bluffing and blustering, 

These did he use 

To put on the screws, 
The timorous applicants rattling and flus- 
tering. 

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O'er and oe'r 

His rivals swore 
At the court for not rebuking him ; 

But all in vain, 

He still raised Cain, 
And there wasn't a chance for juking him. 

Hard as iron, 

Even a siren 
Singing her magical song couldn't settle 
him ; 

Never a hair 

For abuse did he care, 
And the biggest of roastings was powerless 
to nettle him. 

In politics he 

The G. O. P. 
Supports, although a cold-waterite. 

The wrongs that booze 

Inflicts in slews 
In '89 he sought to right. 

Tricks surprising, 

Advertising, 
Manners dramatic and feats oratorical 

Make of this sinner 

A many-time winner, 
And a prop of the law in a sense meta- 
phorical. 

5o) 



B. C. CHRISTY, Esq. 



7TABITUES of the liquor license court have reason to be familiar with 
^ -*- the heavily-bearded countenance of B. C. Christy, Esq., the war-horse 
of anti- license agitation. Mr. Christy has had a checkered history — the his- 
tory of an individualism strong in native ability, courage and tenacity. He 
was born September 15, 1842, and received a good elementary and aca- 
demic education. At the beginning of the Civil War, he was a student at 
Mount Union College, O., and in 1862 he left that institution to bear arms 
for his country, enlisting for nine months service in Company C, 123d Penn- 
sylvania Volunteers. At the battle of Chancellorsville, on May 3, 1863, he 
was severely wounded in the left groin. On his return from the army he 
taught school in Forward township, and devoted his leisure hours to the 
study of law. In May, 1865, he was admitted to the bar. Mr. Christy 
rapidly rose into prominence, and in addition to acquiring a lucrative law 
practice became a figure of note in the field of politics. In 1873 he was 
elected to the Legislature, and he served in the sessions of '74, '75 and 'y6. 
He was acting Speaker during the famous all-night session of 1875, when 
the Herdic boom bill was the bone of contention. In recent years he has 
confined himself strictly to his legal practice, and he is to-day one of the 
most widely known and influential practitioners at the bar of Allegheny 
County. 

Although representing the " no-license" element in the license court, 
Mr. Christy is not himself a crank on the subject of temperance. His con- 
nection with the W. C. T. U. and like organizations has been in a purely 
professional capacity. In private life he is a model of geniality and refined 
good-fellowship. 

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Whoever consorts 

With the folks in the courts 
Will identify promptly this victim, 

Whose voluminous chest 

And big biceps suggest 
That it's mighty few fellows have licked 
him. 

Athletics he loves, 

And is quick with the gloves, 
While he's fiery at times as a dragon. 

Thus, at least in the past, 

By his friends he was classed, 
And about it their tongues they're still 
waggin'. 

Though a hefty physique 

Oft is known to bespeak 
Mental functions a trifle besotted, 

From dullness he's free, 

For he took his degree — 
'Twas at Notre Dame College he got it. 

For gymnastics his thirst 

Placed him easily first : 
Wasn't that a fair basis to brag on ? 

Even now with delight 

His exploits he'll recite ; 
Yes, about them his tongue is still waggin'. 

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When he'd chosen a trade, 

All the States he surveyed 
From McKeesport around to Missouri. 

And on Pittsburg he lit 

As a place where he'd hit 
A soft snap with the average jury. 

"Out of lawsuits," thought he, 

" I'll pull many a fee ; 
All the better the longer they drag on." 

So it turned out, and hence 

He makes boodle immense 
By the way that his tongue is still waggin'. 



He's a Democrat stout ; 

To find one more straight-out 
You'd have quite a large distance to jour- 
ney. 

Many think he'd have won 

If he only had run 
Against Burleigh for district attorney. 

His partisan soul 

Rejects ringsters' control — 
That's the staff that he runs up his flag on. 

None are harder than he 

On the chums of Magee, 
And about them his tongue is still waggin'. 

) 



WILLIAM C. STILLWAGON. 



HPHE athletic proportions of W. C. Stillwagon, the attorney of Fourth 
-*- Avenue, might seem better adapted to the gymnasium and gladiatorial 
arena than to the dry-as-dust business of law. Nevertheless, Mr. Stillwagon 
is not only loyal to his profession, but excels in it, and commands a large 
and valuable clientage. He is of Washington County stock, and was born 
at Claysville on July 12, 1852. After passing through the Claysville public 
schools, he went to the West Alexander Academy, and there prepared for 
college. An initial collegiate course at St. Francis' College, Loretto, Pa., 
paved the way for the completion of his studies at the College of Notre 
Dame, Ind., where he graduated in 187 1. In October of the same year Mr. 
Stillwagon came to Pittsburg, and entered the law office of Hopkins & 
Lazear. In April, 1874, he was admitted to the bar, and has been practis- 
ing steadily ever since. 

Mr. Stillwagon is a Democrat of the true Jeffersonian stamp, and is a 
consistent advocate of a belligerent policy on the part of the Democratic 
minority in Allegheny County, as opposed to the doctrine of expediency 
enunciated by a time-serving element in the party. He has been talked of 
as a candidate for district attorney, but has as yet shown no signs of ambi- 
tion to hold office. 

Mr. Stillwagon lives in Knoxville borough, and is a leading spirit in the 
development of that thriving suburb. 

(53) 




A fig for the county court judges, 

A fig for the judges supreme, 
Of justice the scale never budges 

For them without trouble extreme, 
There is one who can totally shame 'em, 

Offenders regard him with awe, 
And the South Side is proud to proclaim 
him 

Its Lord High Dispenser of Law. 

It was not through Blackstone and Purdon 

Our subject shone forth as a star ; . 
He thought jurisprudence a burden 

And never was called to the bar. 
Instead of preparing for pleading, 

He handled the plane and the saw 
In his youth, and that's why he's succeeding 

As Lord High Dispenser of Law. 

Then again in achievements financial 

He thought with the foremost he'd rank, 
And secured a position substantial 

As clerk in a popular bank. 
But the bank, ere it long had enshrined him, 

Dropped right into bankruptcy's maw ; 
So instead of a banker we find him 

A Lord High Dispenser of Law. 

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Twas then that an opening he tried for 

In politics upward to soar ; 
A City Hall job he applied for 

And got it from Sammy Kilgore. 
And 'twas not very long till from Beaver 

A squireship he managed to draw. 
Which prepared him for working the lever 

As Lord High Dispenser of Law. 

His job is a safe one, and therefore, 

He fears not the finger of fate ; 
No iron-clad power need he care for 

Nor any political slate. 
Yet he's- always "in line" at elections, 

And labors with never a flaw ; 
Giving out at the polls his directions 

As Lord High Dispenser of Law. 

The thoroughbred shiftless pretender 

Judicially always he'll sock ; 
But a good man who's been on a bender 

He'll readily keep out of hoc. 
So if ever you should be a goner, 

Roped in on a South Side hurrah, 
You will get a square deal from His Honor, 

The Lord High Dispenser of Law. 

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CHARLES E. SUCCOR 



r PHE scales of justice on the South Side are nicely balanced in the hands 
*■ of Magistrate Charles E. Succop, who holds the office of Police Judge 
for that district. Judge Succop was born in the Twenty-eighth Ward, Pitts- 
burg, in December, 1855. He obtained his early education at the public 
schools, and also attended the New Castle Academy. When he was 13 
years old his parents died. He was then apprenticed to the carpenter's 
trade, and later on secured a position as clerk in the grocery store of Dan- 
iel Brown on South Eighteenth Street. After spending about two years in 
this employment, he took a business course at the Iron City College, and, 
having graduated there, became messenger and afterwards teller of the 
Union Savings and Deposit Bank, of the South Side. This bank suspended 
during the panic of 1873. In 1874, Mr. Succop was employed as a clerk 
in City Treasurer Kilgore's office. He resigned this position to assume a 
clerkship in the employ of Cunningham & Co., the glass manufacturers. 
Subsequently he went into the plumbing and hardware business, and in 
1885 he established himself in the real estate and insurance business, 'which 
he still conducts. On March 16, 1888, he was appointed Alderman by 
Governor Beaver, to succeed James Salisbury. His administration of the 
office received an emphatic endorsement from the people at the election in 
1889, when he was returned for a term of five years without opposition. 
In 1890, Mayor Gourley singled him out from a host of applicants for the 
office of police magistrate, and his service in that capacity has been such as 
to justify fully the wisdom of the Mayor's choice. 

Judge Succop is a steadfast Republican in politics, and commands a 
large following. 

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Travelers at the Union Station 
Looking for a light collation 

Or a solid meal, 
Run against a figure stately, 
Supervising things sedately, 

Handsome and genteel. 

Statesmen, actors, foreign tourists, 
Poets, painters, soldiers, jurists, 

Stars of public life, 
Daily from the trains alighting 
Seek his banquet hall inviting, 

There to ply the knife. 

Clara Morris, Blaine and Thurman, 
Booth, Modjeska, Cleveland, Sherman, 

Ben and Matthew Stan ; 
Folks like these, no outlay sparing, 
Trust him with the task of caring 

For their inner man. 

Steaks and cutlets, roasts delicious ; 
O ye gods and little fishes, 

What a glorious spread ! 
Oysters, pastry, prunes and catsup, 
In such lavish style he sets up, 

That they'd tempt the dead. 



Of old Ireland he's a native, 
But he's long been in a state of 

Thorough Yankeehood. 
In the civil war no braver 
Soldier made the rebels waver ■ 

Fight ? You bet he could. 

As a fighter he, persisted, 
Being mustered out, enlisted 

For a second bout ; 
Proudly bore the Union pennant, 
And he ranked as first lieutenant 

When the war gave out. 

Philadelphia's peaceful, quiet 
Hostelries with Quaker diet 

Next took up his time. 
Later to Altoona going, 
Travelers he took to showing 

Catering sublime. 

Here ten years ago he started, 
Getting in his open-hearted 

Enterprising licks ; 
Never yet a failure was he, 
And the reason is because he 

To the railroad sticks. 



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JOHN LEE. 



THERE is no better known railroad restaurateur on the American conti- 
nent than John Lee, the proprietor of the Pittsburg Union Station 
Restaurant, and none who, in his day, has met and conversed with so many 
notable men and women of both hemispheres. Mr. Lee's experience as a 
caterer to the patrons of the Pennsylvania railroad covers a period of 24 
years, fourteen at Altoona and ten at Pittsburg, and throughout that time 
his career has been one of unbroken success and prosperity, natural adapt- 
ability to the business, coupled with the address and geniality of a thorough 
man of the world, having contributed to bring about this result. 

Mr. Lee is an Irishman, and was born at Limerick, January 6, 1844. 
His parents emigrated in 1 846, and settled in New York State, where young 
Lee was educated and fitted for a business career. In 1861 he enlisted in 
the Ninth Independent Company, N. Y. State Sharpshooters, and continued 
in active service until August, 1863, when he was mustered out. In 1864 
he re-enlisted in the 203d Pennsylvania Volunteers, and was immediately 
made color sergeant. Promotion to the rank of first sergeant soon fol- 
lowed, and in October, 1865, the young soldier, now a veteran in point of 
gallant service, was commissioned lieutenant, his regiment then being at 
Fort Fisher, N. C. On July 3, 1865, he was mustered out with his 
regiment. 

Directly after the close of the war, Mr. Lee went to New York and 
engaged in the hotel business. In May, 1866, he left the metropolis to as- 
sume a position in a Philadelphia hotel, in which he remained for three 
years. At the expiration of that period he went to the Logan House, 
Altoona, where, it may be said, his high reputation as a restaurateur was 
primarily achieved. Leaving Altoona in 1882, he came to Pittsburg as 
Superintendent of the Union Depot restaurant, and in 1887 he became sole 
proprietor of that establishment. 

Mr. Lee's excellent menu is too well known to the public to demand 
special commentary. It is sufficient to say that he has the reputation of 
standing a head and shoulders above all competitors doing business on the 
lines of railroad travel. 

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This chap may not be recognized by or- 
dinary lubbers, 

But he'll certainly be known at once by 
all Columbus clubbers. 

At Columbianic seances his face is rarely 
missed. 

And 'tis hinted that the club without him 
never could exist. 

He's a Democrat consistent and — to speak 
without evasion — 

An up-and-up adherent of the Catholic 
persuasion. 

With the enemies of Rome he doesn't 
hesitate to cope, 

And but very few can touch him in allegi- 
ance to the pope. 

'Twas at Emmittsburg, in Maryland, he 

got his stock of learning ; 
By reverend enthusiasts his heart was set 

a-burning 
With a love of things scholastic which he 

failed not to indulge 
Till on every hated rival he completely 

had the bulge. 

The day he graduated was the kind they 

call red-letter ; 
He spoke a piece so finely — 'twould be 

hard to speak it better ; 

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The fountain-head of eloquence success- 
fully he tapped, 

And with hefty polysyllables the climax 
fairly capped. 

Though his brother is a bishop, yet he 
showed no disposition 

For bishopizing likewise ; 'twas his lot to 
court perdition 

By abandoning himself and his acquire- 
ments to the maw 

Of that soul-destroying business which 
we're wont to call the law. 

He studied sheepskin volumes till his oc- 
ciput was aching, 

And wrestled with old Blackstone till he 
got his final raking 

From the stony-faced examiners, who met 
him with a frown, 

But he gave them all a non-suit and they 
failed to turn him down. 

In catching on to practice he has proved 
himself a winner, 

Though he claims to be a barrister who's 
not a hardened sinner ; 

And, phenomenal as this is, he has lots of 
friends who say 

That his claim of being guileless is religi- 
ously O. K. 

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A. V. D. WATTERSON. 



A V. D. WATTERSON, one of the foremost Catholic lawyers in West- 
■**■• ern Pennsylvania, was born in Blairsville, Indiana County, Pa., Octo- 
ber 4, 1855. His father was born in Carroll County, Md., in 1805, and 
came to Pittsburg in 1826. Here he taught school during the day and in 
the evening kept books until 1829, when he moved to Westmoreland 
County, and soon afterwards married Sarah McAfee. He then embarked 
in mercantile business in Blairsville, and continued that pursuit until his 
death in 1870. 

The subject of this sketch, Alfred, the youngest of eleven children, 
was sent to Mt. St. Mary's College, Emmittsburg, Md., from which he grad- 
uated in 1875. He is now President of the Alumni of that institution. 
Soon after his graduation he began the study of law with Major A. M. 
Brown, and was admitted to practice in 1878. He has given his attention 
entirely to the civil branch of his profession, in which his ability and indus- 
try have made for him a high reputation. His clientage is large, and his 
services are enlisted in many of the most important cases that come before 
the civil courts of Allegheny County. 

Mr. Watterson was one of the projectors of the Columbus Club of this 

city, and is at the present time its president. 

» 
He spent the entire summer of last year (1891) in European travel, 

and a series of entertaining letters written by him en voyage appeared in the 

Pittsburg Leader. 

He is a stalwart Democrat, and takes keen interest in the affairs of his 

party, although the extent of his practice prevents his responding favorably 

to the demands made on him to run for office. 

(59) 




" O grave, where is thy victory?" 

A writer once inquired, 
Some demon contradictory 

The sentiment inspired. 
For if from out the grave there were 
> No victory to come, 
The giant in our picture ne'er 

Could get a boost therefrom. 



Of numerous and varied sorts 

His undertakings are, 
Processions lengthy he escorts 

Whereof he is the star. 
And if some tongue that idly wags 

His mission foully warps 
And asks him for a ride, his jags 

Will answer, " Yes, of corpse." 



Let poets sing howe'er they please 

In verses full of gloom ; 
The price of many a life of ease 

Is gathered from the tomb. 
The trappings of consummate woe 

The casket, hearse and all 
Are things from which some blessings flow ; 

So thinks our subject tall. 



When business hours are over and 

The graveyards all shut down, 
It does him good to take a hand 

At buying up the town. 
In B. and L. societies 

His interests are steep, 
And he hastens every chance to seize 

To purchase buildings cheap. 



He wears a suit of solemn black, 

A hat of hefty brim, 
And has a most artistic knack 

Of looking sad and grim. 
And though a gloomy life he lives 

His heart it always cheers 
When somebody comes round and gives 

An order for " two biers." 



Thus though his load of years is light 

His store of wealth is great, 
In business he is " out of sight " 

And quite a heavy weight. 
His name in truth's a synonym 

For enterprise, and why, 
Since death keeps up a man like him, 

Should folks regret to die ? 
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JOHN J. FLANNERY. 



IT may seem odd to refer to an undertaker as " popular" in his profession, 
but setting the gloomy phase of his business aside, there can be no 
question as to the wide and genuine popularity of the ubiquitous Flannery. 
The term "ubiquitous" is used advisedly. Mr. Flannery always has his 
hands full, the bills of mortality in Pittsburg being usually extensive, and he 
is to be found everywhere in the two cities, relieving death of some of its 
terrors by the admirable character of his post-mortem ministrations. 

Mr. Flannery was born in Holliday's Cove, W. Va., in 1854. In the 
following year his parents brought him to Pittsburg, and subsequently to 
New York, returning, however, from the latter city to reside here perma- 
nently. Young Flannery had the making of his own career, and he proved 
amply equal to the contract. After completing his studies at the parochial 
schools, he was apprenticed to a stair-builder, and later learned the under- 
taking business with John McKeon and W. H. Devore. In 1874 he started 
in business for himself on Grant Street, and has since prospered greatly, 
being to-day in command, probably, of larger patronage than any other 
undertaker in the country. 

He is thrifty as well as enterprising, and has accumulated a comfortable 
fortune, much of which is invested in improved real estate. 

In 1877 he was happily married to the daughter of Commodore 
Rodgers, and he and his estimable wife became prominent in a social circle 
which has no more valued members. 

Mr. Flannery cares little for office, but when he chooses to become a 
candidate he is a veritable tower of strength. He was elected to Councils 
five times, and only retired after having satisfied the public that no man in 
his ward could defeat him. 

(61) 




You will find it in the guide-books that the Vati- 
can at Rome 
By the thousand counts its antiquated rooms, 
And the foreigners will tell you that there isn't 
here at home 
Any building that to rival it assumes. 
Now we don't propose to squabble 
"With a pesky foreign rabble, 
But we'll wager any day a heavy roll 
That a hostelry far bigger 
Here in Pittsburg cuts a figure 
With a jolly Irish landlord in control. 

As you'll notice from his features he's a sunny 
tempered boy, 
Who of blarneying adroitly has the knack; 
To America from Dublin he came out, like Pat 

Malloy 
In the song, because his bank account was slack. 
In the West, no duty shirking, 
Long he toiled at railroad clerking, 
And he helped to ladle out the weekly pay, 
Never dreaming then that later 
To the public he would cater 
In the mansion that he occupies to-day. 

In the old St. Clair hotel, the haunt of actors 

years ago, 

The requirements of a Boniface he learned, 

Whereupon an opposition house to hire him 

wasn't slow. 

Recognizing that distinction he had earned, 

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To an honored post they called him 

As chief manager installed him, 
And his talents were so thoroughly admired 

That in course of time promotion 

Was the fruit of his devotion, 
And a partnership he finally acquired. 

Years rolled on, and the dimensions of his pile 
kept growing fast, 
For the sun of fortune on him always shone, 
Till his partner tired of business and withdrew 
from it at last, 
Then the hostelry was his and his alone. 
Now he's closed it, thus permitting 
An elaborate refitting 
And refurnishing, which promise by and by, 
In their tastefulness and sweetness, 
Free from European effeteness, 
To knock the poor old Vatican sky-high. 

Now our Boniface (we mention this in confi- 
dence) has just 
One small weakness — none need view it with 
alarm ; 
As a military expert he'll be recognized or bust, 
And a uniform his soul is sure to charm. 
Many's the password and the grip, 
Signs of mystic fellowship, 
That he's mastered, and he loves such trifles well; 
But affairs like this don't hamper 
Him, or ever set a damper 
On his mammoth, handsome Smithfield street 
hotel. 



JOHN ROWAN. 



HIGH on the list of first-class family hotels is the Central Hotel, on Smith- 
field street, extending from Second to Third Avenue, of which John 
Rowan is now the sole proprietor. Mr. Rowan was born in Dublin, Ireland, 
September 4, 1847, and came to America in 1864. He had an excellent 
education, and being of an active and enterprising temperament, experienced 
no difficulty in making his way in his adopted country. For five years he 
served as assistant paymaster of the Union Pacific Railroad. In 1869 he 
came to Pittsburg, and was employed as clerk in the old St. Clair hotel, 
where he remained until 1875, in which year he went to the Central hotel as 
head clerk. He secured an interest in the latter establishment, and became 
the active manager, the hotel being conducted under the firm name of 
Anderson & Rowan. On February 29, 1892, the firm dissolved partnership, 
Mr. Anderson retiring, and Mr. Rowan assumed sole charge. He at once 
proceeded to remodel and refurnish the establishment throughout, and at 
the time when these lines are written the work of renovation is still in pro- 
gress. All that money can procure and art can accomplish is being drawn 
upon to place the hotel on a level with the finest in the land, and it is for 
that object that Mr. Rowan is laboring. 

Mr. Rowan is a member of many secret and military organizations, and 
stands in high repute in all of them. He is a man of thoroughly genial dis- 
position, even-tempered and courteous, and a master of the art of making 
friends and retaining them. Herein consists, to a great extent, the secret of 
his success in the hotel business. 

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There are occupations lucrative which many folks 
esteem, 
In the horny-handed category classed, 
Yielding up unto their votaries a never-ending 
stream 
Of emolument and pleasure unsurpassed; 
But of all the operatives 
Who electrify the natives 
By the ease wherewith Dame Fortune they be- 
guile, 
There is none who's such a ripper, 
And of others an outstripper 
As the plumber with his monumental pile. 

In our photographic cut we show a sample of the 
tribe. 
A Leo-nine and handsome-visaged chap, 
Who lets nothing in creation his endeavors cir- 
cumscribe 
The climax of prosperity to cap; 

In the Fourth ward, where McKenna 
Plays in politics gehenna, 
He was born, and there to-day he lives in style; 
There he gets the homage due him, 
For with awe his neighbors view him 
As a plumber with a monumental pile. 

His beginning was a modest one : at first he served 

a term 
Keeping books where he is now-a-days a "prop ; " 
But it wasn't long until he was admitted to the 

firm, 



And found himself financially on top; 

Ever since, in wintry weather, 

He is in the fullest feather, 
Sending bills around that measure near a mile; 

That's the operation which is 

At the bottom of the riches 
Of the plumber with his monumental pile. 



Our subject is a Democrat — a loyal one at that, 

And he often helps the enemy to drub, 
Whenever over politics he cares to have a chat, 
He frequents the County Democratic Club; 

A Columbus club man noted 

He is also, and devoted 
To the club room, there the hours away to while; 

And in each association 

Members look with admiration 
On the plumber with his monumental pile. 



Now, to young men who are looking for a busi- 
ness that will pay, 
And a model whom to copy would be well, 
Without any hesitation we feel competent to say, 
Be a plumber like this plutocratic swell; 
'Tis a trade that's far outshining 
Either gold or silver mining, 
And to master it is really worth your while, 
Since the world its worship tenders, 
And its pocket-book surrenders, 
To the plumber with his monumental pile. 



(64) 



J. LEO McSHANE. 



J LEO McSHANE, while he may not exemplify the accuracy of the pro- 
• position laid down in the comic journals, that every plumber is a pluto- 
crat, is at all events a good exemplar of prosperity achieved in the plumbing 
business, the firm of which he is a member being squarely " on top of the 
heap." Mr. McShane is a Fourth warder born and bred, and still lives in 
Magistrate McKenna's bailiwick. The date of his nativity was November 
i, 1856. Mr. McShane was educated at the parochial schools attached to 
St. Paul's Cathedral, and supplemented the curriculum pursued there with 
private study. In 1877 he became book-keeper for the plumbing firm of 
H. Houston & Co., and in 1884 he acquired a half interest in the business, 
the firm name being changed to Houston & McShane. 

Mr. McShane was active in the formation of the Columbus Club, and is 
to-day one of its prominent members! He belongs to the County Democ- 
racy, and, although without visible ambition in the direction of office hold- 
ing or honorary preferment within his party, takes a lively interest in poli- 
tics, and is a well known figure in Democratic circles. He is financially 
interested in the South Pittsburger, the brightest and most popular journal 
ever conducted on the South Side. 

(65) 




Editor Albert ! Why call him thus? 

Is he, strictly speaking, one of us? 

Does he wield a pen that is full of fire 

And work a private political wire? 

Does he diagnose society's fads 

And lay the ropes for lucrative ads? 

Does he scrap with printers, strikes defy, 

And hear complaints from " Vox Populi ? " 

Does he make cheap demagogues shake in their 

boots 
And appear as defendant in libel suits? 
Not he; for Albert's a type that's rare — 
A journalistic restaurateur. 

Of course you're acquainted with Albert's stand 
On Fifth avenue — Wood street's close at hand; 
One-half is used as a fine cafe 
Well stocked in the eating and drinking way 
While the other — pray mark what a curious 

schism — 
Is devoted solely to journalism. 
And here (this isn't an empty boast), 
Like the statue that straddled from coast to coast, 
Stands Albert, mounted with much address 
On the caterer's art and the power of the press, 
And hence he comes the title to bear 
Of journalistic restaurateur. 

Sometimes his visitors may complain 
Of politics mingled with their champagne; 
Of a "city brief" or Fitzsimmons "scoop," 
Inserting itself in their chicken soup; 
Of a blue law sermon, cold and drear, 
Acidulating their lager beer, 



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Or a hoary-headed Jim-Blaine fake 
Served up along with a sirloin steak; 
Or an appetite may be decreased in size 
When the man who wants a correction dies; 
But for such things little does Albert care, 
He's a journalistic restaurateur. 

Of course there are times when things go wrong, 
And Albert is driven to language strong; 
His nerves receive an unpleasant jar, 
When manuscript's handed in at the bar; 
And it fills his soul with the deepest gloom 
When his meat frequents the composing room, 
Or those bothersome wholesale liquor men 
Send barrels of rye to the editor's den; 
While "Constant Reader," that meddlesome chap, 
Keeps moseying round where the beer's on tap; 
All of which is enough to whiten the hair 
Of a journalistic restaurateur. 

But Albert, being a Frenchman gay, 

From Paris, manfully works away 

With the same eclat and politeness true 

As he showed when he bossed the Duquesne's 

menu. 
" Mon Dieu," he'll say, with a shrug unique, 
" Why ze populace should 'e come here and keek, 
Eef ze joys of ze table togezzaire unite 
Wiz ze literature?" and there he's right; 
For the bar and the table along with the press 
Can mingle in double blessedness, 
And great is the glory that falls to the share 
Of the journalistic restaurateur. 

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ALBERT MENJOU. 



A LBERT MENJOU was born in Bordeaux, France, of French parents, 
-^"^ in 1856. He was educated in his native city, and on completing his 
studies went to Paris, where he spent several years as an employe of the 
Bon Marche. Having saved some money, he came to New York in 1875, 
and entered the hotel business. During his stay in the metropolis, he was 
employed at different times at the Gilsey House, Delmonico's, and the 
Hoffman House. In 1880 he went to San Francisco, where he engaged in 
business with his brother, remaining on the Pacific Coast until 1887, in 
which year he came to Pittsburg and took charge of the Hotel Duquesne. 
In 1889, the hotel was sold, and Mr. Menjou resigned and went to Chicago, 
where he took charge of the Richelieu under the present management. 
Returning to Pittsburg, he again associated himself with the Hotel Du- 
quesne, taking charge of the catering department, and remained there until 
1 89 1, when he opened up the Cafe Royal, a fashionable resort on Fifth 
Avenue. The success of the Cafe was instant and pronounced. Over 60 
persons are employed in this establishment, serving daily from two to three 
hundred " business lunches," besides a large table d'hote. Mr. Menjou was 
the first to introduce in Pittsburg the European style of dinner with a pint 
of claret. He is a typical Frenchman, polished, courteous, and refined, 
and makes it his business to enlist and retain the entire confidence of his 
patrons. 

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" Impudent Barney, 
None of your blarney," 
So murmured the pretty 
Young lass in the ditty 
Which tells of the dashing, 
Soft-spoken, heart-smashing 

Young Irishman, Barney O'Hea. 
Now the Barney we sing of, 
While certainly king of 
Palaverers, that trick 
Owes not to St. Patrick. 
The sweet land of Erin 
His birth had no share in, 
And yet he is Erin's to-day. 

He is not poetic, 
Nor super-sesthetic ; 
His ways are prosaic, 
Distinctly Hebraic ; 
The fugitive dollar 
He struggles to collar, 

And gets there with elegance great. 
With dazzling devices 
The world he entices 
To open its coffers 
And buy what he offers, 
And odd are the capers 
He cuts in the papers 

With "ads" that excitement create. 



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He has rings hymeneal 

Of gold that's like real ; 

Few people are slicker 

In selling a ticker; 

Catch his eye for a second, 

And lo ! ere you've reckoned 

The cost, why, the purchase is made. 
His diamonds in brightness, 
And rare out-of-sightness, 
Completely lay over 
The starlets that hover 
Above us, and hence his 
Good fortune immense is 

In getting a cinch on the trade. 

A militiaman steady 
He was — aye, and ready 
If need be to rattle 
A foeman in battle ; 
In tactics he's posted, 
And never geis roasted 

For making mistakes on review. 
His acquaintances like him, 
Financially strike him, 
Rejoicing in knowing 
How swiftly is growing 
His wealth ; for the truth is, 
This wideawake youth is 

'Way up 'mid the prosperous few. 



BERNARD E. ARONS. 



THROUGH the columns of the Pittsburg press the name of "Barney" 
Arons, the jeweler, has become familiar as a household word. Mr. 
Arons was born in Boston May 8, 1852. He was the sixth of ten children, 
all of whom are living. His parents were of excellent social standing, his 
father having been a bosom friend of ex-President Cleveland and other 
notabilities. The elder Arons served through the war under Millard Fill- 
more in the Union Continental Regiment, which was composed of business 
and professional men of Buffalo, in which city he resided in the '6o's. 

Young Bernard was but 7 years old, and had not long commenced his 
studies in the Boston public schools when the family moved to Buffalo. 
There he finished his education at higher institutions, including the High 
School. In 1869 he struck out for himself, coming to Pittsburg to engage 
in business, and, having met with success here, in 1872 he brought his 
mother to Allegheny, where she still resides. 

Mr. Arons has been in business on his own account since 1888, and 
has prospered remarkably, being gifted with a more than ordinary share 
of tact and perseverance. He is well known in Democratic circles, being a 
member of the Randall Club and the County Democracy, and few political 
fights occur in which he does not take an active hand. 

He has been a member of the National Guard for the past 14 years. 
He rose from private to second lieutenant in Company A, Eighteenth Regi- 
ment, and in Company D, of the same regiment, he rose from private to 
captain. He has four commissions from as many Governors — Hartranft, 
Hoyt, Pattison, and Beaver. 

Voltaic diamonds are Mr. Arons' hobby, and he has found them a gold 
mine. 

(69) 




Our town of wonders has its share, 

A goodly share at that, 
To make inquiring strangers stare, 

And knock our rivals fiat. 
The list we won't enumerate, 

But the king-pin of the lot 
Is that character uniquely great — 

The Pittsburg polyglot. 



To occupy his leisure hours 

He runs a German sheet ; 
It's anti-ring, and with the pow'rs 

That be won't stoop to treat. 
But Democratic Germans here 

Know well enough what's what, 
And toast in large-sized mugs of beer 

The Pittsburg polyglot. 



He thinks in English, writes in French, 

And talks in purest Dutch, 
Hungarian doesn't make him blench, 

Nor Spanish phase him much. 
On Tuscan and on Portuguese 

A solid grip he's got ; 
He handles all alike with ease, 

This Pittsburg polyglot. 



When shipping business dull doth wax 

And journalism as well, 
The social pleasures he attacks, 

And plays the heavy swell. 
Wagnerian concerts he attends, 

And theatres could not 
Survive, were not among their friends 

The Pittsburg polyglot. 



Where Austria's consul rules the roost 

Our man headquarters makes ; 
By giving steamship lines a boost 

Big profits in he rakes. 
Exchanges, too, he makes, and bills 

For Europe can be bought 
From the hustler who the role fulfils 

Of Pittsburg polyglot. 



Now that we've fully diagnosed 

His traits, we'd have you guess 
From what far European coast 

To come he must confess. 
You give it up ? It does demand 

Acuteness great to spot 
As a true-born son of Yankeeland 

The Pittsburg polyglot. 

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ISAAC E. HIRSCH. 



ISAAC E. HIRSCH, the present proprietor of the Steamship and Foreign 
Banking business carried on under the firm name of Max Schamberg & 
Co., was born in Carver County, Minn., of German parents, in 1859. On 
account of the Indian disturbances in the Northwest, the family came to 
Pittsburg in i860, and in 1862 the father died, leaving a widow and two 
sons, the subject of this sketch and a younger brother, Louis Hirsch. In 
spite of adverse circumstances, and although yet quite a young woman, Mrs. 
Hirsch has remained a widow all these years, devoting herself with all a 
mother's love to the bringing up of her two fatherless boys. She lives here 
still, honored by all who know her and happy in the success of her two sons, 
and is the object of their fondest devotion. 

" Ike," as he is familiarly known to his host of friends, attended the 
third ward public schools of this city, graduated from the commercial de- 
partment of the Central High School, and was employed, while yet attend- 
ing school, at the early age of 1 1 years, by Mr. Max Schamberg. Mr. Hirsch 
has been connected with the firm ever since, that is to say, for a period of 
over 22 years, gradually advancing from office boy to general manager, and 
finally becoming the owner of the business about five years ago, when Mr. 
Schamberg retired in order to devote himself solely to his duties as Austrian 
consul. 

Mr. Hirsch has always been a hard worker and diligent student. He is 
proficient in German, French and Italian, and understands enough of many 
other languages for business purposes. Hence, during a trip to Europe 
some years ago, he found it a hard matter to convince his friends that he is 
really a native American. 

The firm of Max Schamberg & Co. is the oldest in this section engaged 
in the Foreign Steamship and Banking business. It represents about a 
dozen of the most popular transatlantic steamship lines, and is in direct cor- 
respondence with prominent banks and bankers in all the large cities of 
Europe. Since its establishment in 1866 by Consul Max Schamberg, when 
the office force consisted of the founder, a book-keeper and an office boy, it 
has had continued prosperity, until to-day it gives employment in its various 
departments to about fifteen persons. 

Mr. Hirsch is also the president of the Pittsburg Volksblatt Publishing 
Company, publishers of the daily, weekly and Sunday Volksblatt, of which 
his brother, Louis Hirsch, is the business manager. The Volksblatt was es- 
tablished in 1859 by C. F. Bauer. It is a bright, newsy, independent Ger- 
man-American journal, is the official paper both of Pittsburg and Allegheny, 
and is the most widely circulated German newspaper in Western Pennsyl- 
vania. 

(7O 




In Municipal Hall, very close to the roof, 

And not very far from the skies, 
From human society holding aloof, 

And shunning inquisitive eyes, 
Every day in the week, like a wizard or 

seer, 
This little chap works with appliances 
queer. 

There are jars upon jars, all piled up in 
rows, 
Though family jars he eschews ; 

And wires upon wires, though as every one 
knows, 
To pull them he'll always refuse. 

There are batteries, too, by the dozen dis- 
played, 

Though artillery practice is none of his 
trade . 

Then, to crown the whole outfit, the City 
Hall clock 
Is immediately over his head, 
And strikes now and then with a quiver 
and shock 
That should certainly waken the dead. 

( 72 



But he's used to the ticker — the shock he 

can bear, 
And the racket he hears without turning a 

hair. 

Jars, batteries, wires, and the clock in the 

tow'r, 
Are the paraphernalia grim, 
Which give this enchanter a magical 

pow'r, 
That subjects the whole city to him. 
Police and fire laddies, when called by 

him, come, 
And the hurry-up wagons are under his 

thumb. 

Why, then, should he not be respected 

and feared, 
When a part so important he plays? 
What wonder that timorous folk should be 

" skeered " 
Lest, some one of these very fine days, 
When luck goes against him and fate 

seems to frown, 
He might just touch a button and wipe 

out the town? 

) 



MORRIS W. MEAD. 



MORRIS W. MEAD, Superintendent of the City Bureau of Electricity, 
was born at Underhill, Vermont, October 20, 1854, and came to 
Pittsburg with his parents in i860. He was educated at the public schools, 
graduating from the Central High School in 1873. For two years he 
studied law with J. H. Baldwin, but the death of his father compelled him 
to abandon this pursuit in order to provide for his mother and sister. He 
became an employee of a grocery store, and then spent a year and a half 
in oil operations in Venango County. Returning to Pittsburg, he became 
head salesman in a florist's establishment, and in 1879 became an operator in 
the fire alarm office. Three years later he was made chief operator, and was 
afterwards made Superintendent of the Fire Alarm Telegraph system, com- 
bining with that function the duties of Secretary of the Fire Commission. 
He is the only man that ever held those positions jointly. The Bureau of 
Electricity was created under the new city charter, and in February, 1888, 
Mr. Mead was elected its Superintendent. In his office are 10,000 points of 
connection of wires, and 11,000 feet of wire used in connecting the respect- 
ive key-boards and switch-boards. 

Mr. Mead is admirably fitted for the position which he occupies. He 
is an indefatigable worker, a close student of electrical science, and a master 
of its practical application. As an illustration of his tenacity of purpose, it 
is interesting to note that he paid his way to the High School, furnishing 
himself with the books and other paraphernalia needed, by selling news- 
papers on a carrier's route. 

On November n, 1886, he was married to Miss Helen Morris, then a 

prominent teacher in the city schools. 

(73) 




No rubber baron, fierce and bold, 
With grave designs on gems and gold, 
Is he whose phiz you here behold, 

Though rubber he Reveres. 
His reputation is lum-tum, 
And extra heavy is his sum 
Of virtues ; and that's why, by gum — 

No criticism he fears. 



That job he afterwards resigned, 
To roving being still inclined ; 
In Armstrong county next we find 

Him clerking in a mill. 
Then once again his equipoise 
Gets shaken up when John Dubois, 
To open an hotel employs 

This man of varied skill. 



Before his rubber era came, 
Life was for him a shifting game, 
Diversified and nowise tame, 

As circumstances prove. 
At i 2 years old, with care and pains, 
He captured his initial gains 
As newsboy on the railroad trains, 

Which kept him on the move. 

The oil excitement made him hump 
Himself to Parker, there to pump 
The wells, but cards were rarely trump 

For him, and so he quit. 
Soon after out to Iowa, 
He happened by good luck to stray, 
And there as a hotel clerk gay, 

Upon his feet he lit. 



As changing tastes still in him lurk, 
In Pittsburg next he goes to work 
As private corresponding clerk, 

And earns a stipend neat ; 
Then rubber chiefs came on the hunt 
For one to be their head and front 
And made a proposition blunt, 

Which he was glad to meet. 

His roving now at last was done, 
His thread of travel had been spun, 
And so since eighteen eighty-one 

To rubber-y he clings ; 
Prosperity upon him waits, 
Because his vigor ne'er abates, 
And all around through many States, 

His reputation rings. 

( 74) 



A. P. COCHRANE. 



A P. COCHRANE was born October 31, 1859, at Cochrane's Mills, 
**■• Armstrong County, Pa., a place called after his father, Michael 
Cochrane, who was a judge on the Armstrong County bench. Mr. Coch 
rane received his early education at the rural public schools, and supple- 
mented the training thus received with private study. 

In 1 87 1, he started out for himself as a newsboy on the P. R. R., and 
continued in that employment for sixteen months. He went to Parker 
during the oil excitement and was for nine months engaged in pumping oil 
wells. In 1875, he went to Davenport, la., and clerked for the Burtis 
House. Two years later he returned to Armstrong County, and obtained a 
position with the iron firm of Rogers & Burchfield, at Apollo. In the win- 
ter of 1878-9, he opened the Dubois House at Dubois, Pa., for John Du- 
bois, the millionaire lumberman, since deceased. 

On February 4, 1880, Mr. Cochrane came to Pittsburg as correspond- 
ing clerk for Bailey, Farrell & Co. He remained one year with that firm, 
and in 1881 went into the rubber business as manager of the Revere Rub- 
ber Co., the Pittsburg department of which is at Water and Wood Streets. 
That position he still retains, discharging the responsible duties attached to 
it with signal fidelity, energy, and business capacity. Few young business 
men in Pittsburg have a wider connection, or enjoy more fully the confi- 
dence of the business world. 

The Revere Rubber Company has its headquarters in Boston, its fac- 
tories in Chelsea, Mass., and stores in New York, Buffalo, Chicago, Minne- 
apolis, San Francisco, Pittsburg, and St. Louis. Mr. Cochrane manages 
the St. Louis as well as the Pittsburg department. 

(75) 




Here's a lawyer big and chunky, 
Who's professionally hunky, 
And is master of a heap of learned lore, 
lore, lore ; 
Civil cases are his hobby, 
Though in any sort of job he 
Don't object to putting in his little oar, 
oar, oar. 



Thus by race as well as science 
He attracts a heap of clients, .1.T.8 
For the Teutons love to squabble over 
cash, cash, cash ; 
And though folks he won't entangle 
In a broken English wrangle, 
He gets lucre out of many an idle clash, 
clash, clash. 



'Twas at Yale he got his knowledge, 
And electrified the college 
By the wonders he accomplished in the 
crew, crew, crew ; 
Poor old Blackstone went to bl — zes, 
While he hustled in the races, 
But in spite of his diversions he got 
through, through, through. 



He's politically active, 
As you'll gather from the fact of 
His for office having formerly come out, 
out, out ; 
For a place he made a battle, 
Which is now the private chattel 
Of one Burleigh, who'll hold on to it, no 
doubt, doubt, doubt. 



He is German by extraction, 
And he points with satisfaction 
To his race. Would he go back on it? Not Still 
much, much, much ; 
" Deutscher Advokat " is printed 
On his sign ; whereby it's hinted 
That he's anxious to be solid with the You 
Dutch, Dutch, Dutch. 

( 76) 



But although he's been snow'd under 

By Mageeocratic thunder, 

he labors for the Democratic weal, 

weal, weal ; 
And in judges nominating, 
Or big guns for office slating, 
will find that he comes in on many a 

deal, deal, deal. 



HENRY MEYER, Esq. 



IMMINENT among the attorneys whose mastery of the German language 
^ gives them a large German, as well as English-speaking clientage, is 
Henry Meyer, Esq. Mr. Meyer was born in Pittsburg on November 26, 
1848. He attended the common schools, and graduated successively at the 
Iron City College and the Western University. In 1869 he went to Yale 
College, and graduated there in 1873. While at Yale he distinguished him- 
self as an athlete, and was one of the crack oarsmen in the college crew. 
Returning to Pittsburg, he studied law in the office of Miller & McBride. 
For the better completion of his studies he took a one year's course at Har- 
vard Law School, at the termination of which he passed the examinations 
with credit. Mr. Meyer was now unusually well equipped for professional 
practice. He was admitted to the bar in October, 1875, entering then upon 
a career which has since been uniformly marked with success. 

In politics Mr. Meyer is a staunch Democrat, and the soundness of 
his judgment, the solidity of his attainments, and his high standing in the 
community, give him merited prominence in the councils of his party. In 
1883 he made a brilliant fight against W. D. Porter, now Judge of Common 
Pleas Court No. 3, for the District Attorneyship, and, despite the normally 
heavy Republican majority in Allegheny county, was defeated only by 1500 
votes. Mr. Meyer helped to lead a forlorn hope as a candidate for Auditor- 
General in 1888, and again for the State Senate against Hon. John N. 
Neel in 1890. He has served as a member of Select Council from the 
Eleventh ward, and takes an active interest in securing a clean, well-ordered 
municipal government. He is now a resident of the Second ward, Alle- 
gheny, and is one of the representatives from that district in the Demo- 
cratic County Committee. 

(77) 




As he stands behind the bar, 
He's as stately as the Czar 
Or the king of Zanzibar 

(Wherever that is) . 
If you've cash he'll sell you slews 
Of the stuff that knocks the blues, 
And it's many's the friendly booze 

He deals out gratis. 



He's a Demoerat, and sticks 

Up for Foley's schemes and tricks, 

And gets in his little licks 

On O'Leary ; 
But it happened once that Tim 
Made short work of Pat and him 
Through that slippery "d-v-l's limb," 

Scott of Erie. 



He has tanglefoot on hand 
Of the Jack the Ripper brand, 
To declare it wrecks the land 

Simply fudge is ; 
That's the reason why, no doubt, 
He but once went up the spout, 
That was when he was knocked out 

By the judges. 



'Twas in Grover's last campaign 
Here the Democrats went insane ; 
They had delegates on the brain ; 

Foley got 'em. 
The chap above credentials bore, 
But O'Leary had the floor, 
And at Harrisburg out the door 

Timotheus shot him. 



In his ward — the Twenty- eighth — 
Every man in him has faith ; 
That's because the prophet saith 

Wine is hunky. 
He has served in councils, where 
Chris's badge the boys all wear, 
Though of him, he says, they ne'er 

Made a monkey. 



But his heart it never sinks, 
And he keeps on selling drinks, 
While of vengeance still he thinks 

On the traitor ; 
And though Tim with all his skill 
Labors yet to cure the ill 
That he wrought, the victim will 

See him later. 



(78) 



R S. KENNEDY. 



ES. KENNEDY, the Democratic war-horse of the South Side, is of Irish 
• parentage, and was born in this State in 1848. In 1849 his parents 
came to Pittsburg, and it was here that he received his education, acquired 
partly at the common school and partly through self-tuition. In 1859 he 
went to work in a glass-house, where he learned the trade of glass-blowing. 
When the chimney blowers' strike occurred in 1877, he embarked in busi- 
ness for himself, going into the wholesale and retail liquor trade on Carson 
Street. His success was rapid and complete; The urbanity of his disposi- 
tion, coupled with excellent business qualifications, contributed to make his 
house one of the most popular on the South Side, and to place him high 
on the list of prosperous and widely-known business men. 

Mr. Kennedy has long been an influential factor in Democratic politics 
in Allegheny County, and has been frequently honored by his party. He 
was elected to Common Council in 1879, and served until 1887, one term 
excepted. He then dropped out and declined to become a candidate again. 
He has been a delegate to every Democratic State Convention for five 
years past. His candidacy for State Delegate in 1888 was notable by rea- 
son of his carrying the South Side delegation to the local convention to a 
man. He is Vice-President of the County Democracy, and well-known as a 
Democratic organizer. 

Mr. Kennedy is a man of ability above the average, and has broadened 
his views by study and travel. In 1889, he made a tour of Europe. 

(79) 




This is a type of the legal fraternity. 
Posted on all things in time and eternity ; 
Though but a positive youth he appears, 
He's as ancient in knowledge as youthful 
in years. 



Then to the city of Pittsburg he hied him- 
self; 
Down to additional law study tied himself; 
Kept up the grind at a terrible rate, 
And was called to our bar in the year '88. 



Somerset county's his place of nativity ; 
There he developed his studious proclivity ; 
Rose above others in talents so far 
That his folks set him down as cut out for 
the bar. 

That's what he wished, and before he could 
wish again 

Off he was whirled to the College of Mich- 
igan ; 

Browsed upon Latin and pastured on 
Greek, 

And filled up on law every day in the week. 

Soon he became for degrees a petitioner ; 
Got them, and then was a full-fledged 

practitioner ; 
Hugged to his bosom the dignity sweet, 
Wrote his name with an " Esquire," and 

grew a few feet. 



Little he cared for invidious buffeting, 
Seeking alone for occasions of profiting ; 
Clients came in on a regular string, 
And a paean of joy he was able to sing. 

Closely to work as he's wont to apply him- 
self, 

Nevertheless he finds time to enjoy him- 
self; 

Now to his favorite books he resorts, 

And anon waxes happy o'er out-of-door 
sports. 

Summing him up — all the habits and ways 

of him 
Warrant conclusions embodying praise of 

him ; 
All who know Joseph must truly confess 
That in ev'ry respect he's a Howl'ying 

success. 



(So) 



JOSEPH HOWLEY. 



JOSEPH HOWLEY, ESQ., was born in Somerset. County, Pa. He re- 
ceived his preliminary education at the common schools, and attended 
both the literary and law departments of the University of Michigan. In 
1887 he was admitted to practice in the Supreme Court of Michigan. Com- 
ing to Pittsburg, Mr. Howley continued the study of law with Pier & Blair, 
and in 1888 was admitted to practice at the bar of Allegheny County. His 
close application as a student and his assiduity in promoting the interests of 
his clients bore fruit in securing for him a large practice, and to-day his 
name is justly prominent on the list of the younger members of the legal 
profession. 

Mr. Howley's personal characteristics include a pronounced literary 
bent and a fondness for athletic sports developed naturally during his uni- 
versity career. Few men of his years stand higher professionally and 
socially. 

(81) 




Ancestrally tied to the town of Jerusalem, 

Is our friend in the picture — there's none 

can bamboozle him, 

Keen as a razor and quick as a flash 

Is he in the science of piling up cash. 

Moses and Aaron were failures financially, 
Yet their descendant has prospered sub- 
stantially. 
Though by birth he's a German of gen- 
uine brand, 
He came to the States as the true prom- 
ised land. 

On the North Side he settled and, since 

folks were swilling it — 
Whisky, we mean — he took to distilling it, 
Joined with a firm that makes extra old 

rye, 
And straightway proceeded to boom it 
sky-high. 

In Freeport the bank has made him its 

president, 
The works are up there, though here he's 
resident. 
He bosses the business with sound com- 
mon sense, 
And treats his employees with kindness 
immense. 





Allegheny's Third ward picks him out un- 
remittingly 
In Councils to serve, and he does it quite 
fittingly ; 
Finance he watches with laudable care 
And gives ring officials full many a scare. 

In politics now quite strong his position is, 
To make laws for the State his darling 
ambition is ; 
And, since he's a hustler, 'tis fair to 

suppose 
He may yet make the riffle in triumph — 
who knows? 

As a club man he taxes his energies fear- 

fully, 
Camps with political fishermen cheerfully, 
Smiles in a business-like way at the bait 
Which Murph and the rest of 'em like, 
when it's straight. 

The Concordia, though, gets his principal 

preference ; 
There he's a pusher whom all treat with 
deference. 
In fact, in all quarters away up he 

ranks, 
Except among crochety cold water 
cranks. 



EMANUEL WERTHEIMER. 



"P MANUEL WERTHEIMER is the head and main-spring of the vast 
-*-' business interests of the firm of Guckenheimer & Bros., the distillers, 
and is one of the most substantial and generally respected Hebrew citizens 
in the State of Pennsylvania. 

He was born in Wuertemberg, Germany, October 16, 1834, and came 
to the United States in 1850. He settled in Pittsburg at once, and has been 
established here ever since. In 1857 ne became connected with the Guck- 
enheimer firm, in which he has .since risen to the chief place. Under his 
judicious management, the Guckenheimer distillery at Freeport, Pa., has 
developed into the largest and finest on the American continent, and its 
product is famed the world over. 

Mr. Wertheimer is a resident of the Third ward, Allegheny, and has 
represented that ward in Councils for thirteen years, serving in the Common 
branch from 1879 to 1889, and since then in the Select branch. He is 
chairman of the finance committee, and exercises a powerful influence for 
good in determining the economic policy of the city administration. His 
trained business faculty and clear insight into affairs of legislation make him 
an exceptionally valuable representative of the people. 

In addition to supervising the city business of the Guckenheimer firm, 
Mr. Wertheimer manages the distillery at Freeport, and is president of the 
bank at that place. 

He is a genial, courteous gentleman, liberal in his views and philan- 
thropical of disposition. The Concordia Club in Allegheny owes much to 
his inspiration, and he is never behind-hand in contributing to deserving 
charities and seconding public enterprises. 

(83) 




When Blackstone finished up the grind 

Upon his legal tome, 
It never dawned upon his mind 

That yet a day would come 
When one small, unpretentious head 

Would hold it all, but lo ! 
There's one who's got old Blackstone dead, 

His phiz above we show. 



A glorious thing it is to see 

Him plead a knotty case ; 
He drives a witness up a tree, 

And knocks him off his base. 
The judge with arguments he hits, 

The jury with display, 
And when a rival downs him it's 

A very frigid day. 



His features strength of mind express 

And latent power to fight ; 
Tis easy from their cast to guess 

That he's an Israelite. 
That nasal curve you'd vainly seek 

In non-Semitic folks ; 
The Galway that adorns his cheek 

High compliments evokes. 



In politics he takes a hand, 

And shows he's not a chump ; 
He's been a county chairman, and 

He's lightning on the stump. 
A stalwart he, from A to Z ; 

No matter who's on top, 
He's faithful to the G. O. P., 

And ne'er was known to flop. 



He's very largely in demand, 

And earns tremendous fees ; 
The Hebrews flock from ev'ry hand 

With ev'ry kind of pleas. 
But Hebrews don't monopolize 

His time and brains — oh, no, 
All sects his office patronize, 

And get a quid pro quo. 



Alas, that Moses can't get here, 

To witness for a spell, 
How in this lawyer reappear 

The hopes of Israel. 
Among the great men of the day, 

He proudly takes his stand, 
And hence of him it's safe to say, 

He's reached the promised land. 





JOSIAH COHEN. 



JOSIAH COHEN, Esq., the leading Hebrew lawyer of the State of 
Pennsylvania, was born at London, England, November 29, 1841. He 
studied law with Kirkpatrick & Mellon, was admitted to the bar in January, 
1866, and has since conducted a successful civil practice. Mr. Cohen 
stands very high in his profession, and has a large clientage. He is an 
orator of unusual power, and ranks among the most efficient platform ex- 
ponents of Republican doctrine. His service on the stump covers a period 
of over twenty years. He is an active member of the Republican county 
committee, and has served as chairman of that body and of some important 
conventions, and in 1884 was a Blaine elector. 

Mr. Cohen was the first of the Hebrew race admitted to the Allegheny 
County bar, and although many of his brethren have since entered the pro- 
fession here, he still remains the most distinguished type of the intellectual 
power and other admirable faculties of the descendants of the "chosen 
people." He is closely identified with the leading Jewish organizations 
throughout the United States, and is Vice-President of the great order of 
B'nai Brith (Sons of the Covenant), an order, the membership of which ex- 
tends through all parts of the country. He is also Vice-President of the 
Union of American Hebrew Congregations, which organized the Hebrew 
Union College, of Cincinnati, as well as being a member of the Executive 
Committee of the American Jewish Publication Society. 

(85) 




Go search the world over and pass in re- 
view 
The hostelries famous the universe through, 

And the upshot we rightly foretell, 
When we say that you'll nowhere a Boni- 
face meet 
Ahead of this gent, who on Liberty street, 
Conducts a palatial hotel. 

In Paris and London, Berlin and New 

York, 
Hotelmen get in with adroitness their 
work, 
And some of them really excel, 
But, bless you ! the best of 'em isn't a patch 
On their rival in Pittsburg, for how could 
they match 
The Pittsburger's corking hotel. 

For lo ! since he came in the year '88, 
Singled out, as it were, by the finger of fate 

Applause as a host to compel, 
He has lifted the house to a plane of suc- 
cess 
That inspires the beholder with awe to con- 
fess 
That the world couldn't spare this 
hotel.* 

(86 



His waiters, the pink of perfection they are, 
And the artist in drinks who presides at 

the bar 
Is the howlingest kind of a swell, 
While the clerks — here we pause — words 

are pow'rless to praise 
Those beings majestic, with diamonds that 

blaze, 
Shedding radiance throughout the 

hotel. 

Our Boniface comes of that go-ahead race, 
The Scotch-Irish, who when they give 
fortune a chase 
Show a vigor that nothing can quell, 
And though he is calm, and no ardor re- 
veals, 
He's with business imbued from his head 
to his heels, 
And it shows in his stunning hotel. 

He lives where he labors, in elegant style, 
And steadily watches the growth of his pile 

As if by a magical spell. 
To the poor and the needy he gives from 

his store, 
And hence evil fortune ne'er passes the door 

Of this favorite Pittsburg hotel. 

) 



B. C. WILLSON. 



u l\ /TINE HOST" WILLSON, of the Seventh Avenue Hotel, is of Scotch- 
^•'^ Irish extraction, and inherits the best traits of his ancestry — thrift, 
industry, and shrewdness in business affairs. He was born in Washington 
County, Ohio, and came to Pittsburg in 1868, when he became connected 
with the Leechburg Iron Works and the Chartiers Iron and Steel Company. 
In 1888 he severed his connection with those concerns and became proprie- 
tor of the hotel, his management of which has since proved conspicuously 
successful. 

The Seventh Avenue Hotel is the largest in Pittsburg, having accom- 
modations for entertaining 350 guests without in the least overtaxing its 
resources. It is located at the corner of Seventh Avenue and Liberty 
street, and is two squares from the Union Station, and closely contiguous to 
all the theatres and other places of public resort. The hotel has two pas- 
senger elevators and a large and well-fitted dining-room, and the entire 
building has been equipped with all modern conveniences, electric lights, 
etc. The apartments are provided with bath-rooms, natural gas, and incan- 
descent lights, and are supplied throughout with the finest furniture, made 
from special designs for the hotel. 

Everything in the equipment of the establishment is of the very best, 
from the table and sleeping arrangements to the minutiae of the house, and 
this is so well known throughout the country that the Seventh Avenue 
Hotel is the headquarters for commercial men staying in Pittsburg. The 
reputation of the house and the popularity of the proprietor have achieved 
this gratifying result. 

(87) 




WILLIAM WEIHE AND JOSEPH EVANS. 

The industrial question's a hard one to Each one of these chaps is officially 

solve, bound 

And points that are puzzling it's known to To keep things a-moving the whole season 

involve ; round ; 

So, to clear the thing up, we have placed So, when one fuss is over, and peace is 

upon view begot, 

In our picture the long and the short of it, They stir up another to keep the mill 

too. hot. 

On the one hand, six feet and a half of In easy chairs lolling Havanas they puff, 

sound sense, And deplore that the lot of a toiler's so 

A brawny colossus quite free from pretense. rough, 

With capital's cohorts he copes without While reports they grind out in the sweat 
fear, of their brow, 

And they say, in his way, he is really sin- Giving capital fits, as full well they know 
cere. how. 



On the other, five feet of importance and Each hopes yet to shine as a statesman of 

nerve, note 

Always ready the cause with his jaw to By the help of the mighty industrial 

subserve. vote ; 

In debate or in action he's rampant alike, So, with all of the hard-handed class they 
And is never so glad as when bossing a stand in, 

strike. And expect later on a bonanza to win. 

(88) 




JOHN R. MURPHY. 

If you live on the North Side, you'll drop Ah, those were the halcyon" days for this 

right away chap, 

To the cut of this gentleman's jib, He remembers them now with a sigh. 

And confess that correctly his character What a pleasure it was to catch on to a 

gay snap 

Is described in this lyrical squib. By letting folks close up his eye. 



From boyhood a ward politician he's been, 
Hanging on to a boss's coat-tail. 

Though of late a high prize he has man- 
aged to win, 
Which has raised him a peg in the scale. 

He was once a detective and — this is the 
truth — 
He displayed such phenomenal skill, 
And enacted so ably the role of Old Sleuth 
That folks smile at the thought of it 
still. 

The crooks and the public alike, it is said, 
Were so pleased with his qualities rare, 

That, as soon as the coppers were minus 
a head, 
He was given the job by the mayor. 

( 



There was fun in those times, for the gam- 
blers were flush, 

And the mansions of shady repute 
Stood in, as did also the sellers of lush, 

And they voted our hero a " beaut." 

Things have changed in the meantime ; 
the city is drest 
In a new suit of second-class clothes, 
And, in line of promotion, his Nobs with 
the rest 
To a still higher dignity rose. 

When we witness what power and what 
honors are his, 
Acknowledge the moral we must, 
That the man who would prosper should 
stick to his biz, 
And be slick in discharging his trust. 

89) 




There is much to admire in 

The things that environ 
This worthy, like samples of choice bric-a-brac. 

In a manner the smartest 

Our ax-swinging artist 
At the grocery trade takes a desperate whack. 

While, above it all looming, 

The grocer assuming 
An air of commercial importance is seen. 

With what cares he is weighted 

His brow corrugated 
Attests, for o'erloaded with business he's been. 



Yet although he's thus saddled. 

And mentally addled 
With buying and selling and similar cares, 

He still finds a measure 

Of casual leisure 
To help in the running of public affairs. 

The people elect him 

From fraud to protect 'em 
In Councils, where schemers and plotters abound ; 

The ringsters detest him, 

So sorely he's pressed 'em, 
And wish he was planted in six feet of ground. 



What with tea and with coffee, 

With loaves big and puffy, 
And sugar that's guiltless of sand intermixed ; 

What with flour and potatoes, 

Canned goods and tomatoes, 
And window exhibits with prices affixed; 

What with hams and with salad, 

And butter that's pallid, 
And people that never will square up their books, 

It's really a wonder 

He doesn't go under : 
That he can't stand the racket you'd judge from 
his looks. 

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But he's bold as a lion 

And keeps a close eye on 
The dodges of Chris and the capers of Doc. 
He's down upon shamming 

And William Flinn flamming, 
And poor farm sculduggery he labors to knock. 

He's so square and undaunted, 

For Mayor he's been wanted, 
And it will not be strange if he's talked of again; 

For there isn't a warmer, 

More earnest reformer, 
In a town which can boast of but few honest 



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J. C. O'DONNELL. 



THIS notable exponent of reform in municipal government hails from the 
neighborhood of Millerstown, in Butler County, where he was born in 
1835. About nine years later he moved with his parents to Brady's Bend. 
He was educated in the common schools of Armstrong County, and subse- 
quently, in the same county, he worked at glass furnaces and in a rolling mill. 

In 1854 he came to Pittsburg and secured employment as a roller in 
Zug, Lindsay & Co.'s mill. He worked afterwards as a puddler in the mills 
of Shoenberger & Co. and of Graff & Woods. 

In 1866 he went into the grocery business opposite to the location 
where he is now established (No. 3340 Penn Ave.), and built up a lucrative 
trade. 

Mr. O'Donnell's political history is a record of consistent, strenuous op- 
position to misgovernment in all its phases. He is a Democrat in principle, 
and in practice a strictly honorable representative of the people at large. 
For seven years prior to 1882 he represented the Fifteenth ward in Councils. 
His removal to the Sixteenth ward lost him his seat in that body, and eight 
years elapsed before he was again elected. Since his return to Common 
Council in 1890 he has been especially prominent as the champion of re- 
trenchment and reform, and his voice is always uplifted and his vote cast 
against "jobs," wastefulness, and the fostering of monopolies at the people's 
expense. 

Hence at the February elections of this year (1892) the powers that 
control the municipal government strained every nerve to defeat him, and 
the Sixteenth ward became the scene of one of the hardest fought battles 
that ever occurred in Pittsburg. The result was a splendid victory for the 
defender of the people's rights. 

Mr. O'Donnell has been frequently mentioned for Mayor, and was once 
a candidate for the nomination. Of late, however, he refuses to let his name 
be used in connection with that or any other public position of emolument. 

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Of gentlemen who nourish 
Hopes in public life to flourish 
There are more around our city than 
you'd ever shake a stick at, 
But of all the aggregation, 
Few have reason for elation 
Like the candidate who's running on the 
Straight-out county ticket. 

He's a hustler from away back, 
Never, never would he stay back 
From a legal undertaking, but, as active as 
a cricket, 
He'd jump in wherever wanted 
And present a front undaunted, 
As he's doing just at present on the 
Straight-out county ticket. 

Horny-handed chaps admire him 
And professionally hire him 
When capital sees fit the sons of toil to 
take a lick at ; 

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Then, great Scott ! you ought to hear him, 
His opponents can't come near him 
Any more than they can swipe him on the 
Straight-out county ticket. 

His opponent, CI ry B- 



Must get up exceeding early 
If he hopes to make the riffle with his 
candidacy wicked ; 
Which, backed by Tim O'Leary, 
Makes Republicans quite weary 
And has forced the nomination of the 
Straight-out county ticket. 

Where our man's a residenter — 
Down at Emsworth, it's a center 
Of enthusiasm marvelous; 'tis wonderful 
how quick it 
Spread from there till all the quarters 
Of the compass yield supporters 
Who will certainly elect him on the 

Straight-out county ticket. 
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L. K. PORTER. 



LOUIS KOSSUTH PORTER is a resident of Emsworth, where his fam- 
ily has long stood in high repute. He is a son of David Porter, Esq., 
and was born at Bellevue, May 15, 1856. He laid the ground-work of his 
education in the public schools, and completed his studies at Mt. Union 
College, O., where he graduated with honor at the age of 22. In Decem- 
ber, 1880, he was admitted to the bar, and shortly afterwards formed a part- 
nership with W. L. Bird, Esq., which was maintained until 1887. Since that 
time Mr. Porter has practiced independently, and he has built up a reputa- 
tion second to none among the younger members of the bar. His fearless- 
ness in the pursuit of duty, his conspicuous ability and his earnest attention 
to detail, have suggested him naturally as a fit subject for advancement. 
Hence, on more than one occasion when the Republican party was in 
danger of nominating undesirable candidates, he has been solicited by some 
of the ablest and most conservative members of the bar to run independ- 
ently, but this consistent partisanship prohibited his doing. 

In the summer of 1891, however, when the celebrated fusion ticket for 
the judiciary and the district attorneyship was put up, Mr. Porter came for- 
ward as the "Straight-out" Republican candidate for district attorney, and 
received flattering support, his vote falling little short of 20,000. 

Mr. Porter has practiced in all the courts, but particularly in the crimi- 
nal and license courts. He is frequently called upon to represent the labor 
interest in cases of importance, and has a host of strong friends among that 
element. 

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Adonis, they say, was surprisingly handsome, 

But above is a youth who is handsomer still; 
His raven mustaches are worth a king's ransom, 
And the smile that he cracks — well, it's just fit 
to kill. 
He's a lawyer by trade and no slouch of a 
pleader, 
His jaw he can wag and his arms he can 
wave, 
Which, as every one knows, are the signs of a 
leader 
Who to honors forensic the high road would 
pave. 

The political sharpers in old Allegheny 

Were tickled so much by his personal grace 
That they bid him step in where the chances were 

many, 
And bag a soft snap on the strength of his 

face. 
The Councils he struck, and they made him ad- 
viser- 
in-chief to the town with a neat little sal, 
Which made him feel big as a king or a kaiser, 
And suited the ringsters who wanted a pal. 

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When the North Side a second-class ticket was 
claiming, 
His Nobs was the center of clamor profuse; 
Such a queer lot of acts he succeeded in framing, 
That Old Nicholas himself was in Councils let 
loose. 
But he knew he was solid and couldn't be hum- 
bled, 
And acts upon acts he drew up by the score, 
Till he'd drafted so many he got them all jumbled, 
Then he hired other lawyers, who drafted some 
more. 



The second-class ticket was finally granted, 
And he failed not the whole of the credit to 
claim ; 
And that's why to-day he is solidly planted 

On the uppermost rung of the ladder of fame. 
If thus he keeps on, who knows where he'll be 
stopping? 
For his nerve is so great that he never will 
blench, 
There is even a chance that some day he'll be 
dropping 
His work at the bar to climb up on the bench. 

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GEORGE ELPHINSTONE. 



GEORGE ELPHINSTONE was born in Baltimore, Md., February 5, 1852, 
and came to Allegheny City in i860. He was educated at Washing- 
ton and Jefferson College, leaving that institution in the senior year. He 
studied law under John Emery, was admitted to the bar in October, 1877, 
and has been practising ever since. On April 1, 1888, he was elected City 
Attorney of Allegheny, and he has achieved considerable distinction by his 
able discharge of the duties of that office. 

During the first ten years of his professional career, Mr. Elphinstone was 
employed in a large number of homicide cases, notable among these being 
the "Bloody" Abernethy case in 1878 and the case of Mrs. Bunnell in 1887. 
Mrs. Bunnell was charged with poisoning her nephew, Eddie Thaw, a rela- 
tive of the late William Thaw, and the prominence of the parties concerned 
gave the trial an exceptionally sensational character. Mr. Elphinstone ap- 
peared in this case for the prosecution. 

In the Abernethy case he appeared for the defense. Abernethy was 
tried for the murder of " Curley " Leslie. He was convicted, the jury bring- 
ing in a first-degree verdict. Mr. Elphinstone took the case to the Supreme 
Court, and made an argument lasting two hours, which led to the settlement 
of several important points of law relating to criminal evidence. The ver- 
dict was reduced to second degree, and Justice Sharswood sent for Mr. 
Elphinstone and publicly complimented him. 

Mr. Elphinstone was also engaged in the prosecution of the boodling 
Allegheny officials, Market Clerk Hastings and Mayor Wyman, both of 
whom were convicted and sent to jail. 

Although yet a young man, his record compares favorably with that of 
the oldest and most famous practitioners at the Allegheny County bar. 

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In the ranks of the men who stand highest 

In jurisprudential pursuits, 
The brainiest, shrewdest and slyest 

In managing legal disputes, 
There is one whom but few can compare 
with, 

His notion of law's no burlesque, 
For in pleading, the blows he gets there 
with 

Are thoroughly Sullivanesque. 

'Twas in Butler, that region romantic, 

Where mines saponaceous exist, 
That he mastered with efforts gigantic, 

The law's every turning and twist. 
He strove for a lofty ideal, 

And — this he need never regret — 
Through the medium of bonds hymeneal, 

Caught on with the Pittsburg Gazette. 

Six years in our courts he's been pounding 

Away, with the best of returns ; 
As a worker his grit is astounding 

And petty retainers he spurns. 
In the federal courts and the civil 

Alike you will find him on hand, 
Knocking out cheap practitioners' drivel 

With the genuine law of the land. 

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For office he has no ambition 

Though sure to get there, if he chose ; 
He holds that a pure politician 

His chances of fortune foregoes. 
Yet in '80, when Garfield was running, 

He sent our man out on the stump, 
And he showed such rhetorical cunning, 

That the Buckeyes proclaimed him a 
trump. 

Though pre-occupied with his profession 

And buried in documents dull, 
Yet to pleasure he makes a concession 

Which cannot his business annul. 
Sweet music enlists his artistic 

Emotions and sets them aglow, 
While his better half's gems pianistic 

He seconds with fiddle and bow. 

Now here is a moral veracious : 

If in law you would fain make a hit, 
Study up near the mines saponaceous, 

And emigrate after a bit. 
Make speeches where Buckeyes are 
plenty, 

Stand in with the ancient Gazette, 
And we'll bet you a hundred to twenty, 

You'll be the boss barrister yet. 
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CHARLES A. SULLIVAN. 



pHARLES A. SULLIVAN, ESQ., was born at Butler, Pa., November 26, 
V^ 1846. His father, Charles C. Sullivan, was a lawyer of national repu- 
tation and practiced in the principal courts of Pennsylvania for about 35 
years. He was an Abolitionist and a fearless Whig. He died in i860. 
Mr. Sullivan's mother, nee Susan Catharine Seltzer, was of German extrac- 
tion and a native of Lebanon County, Pa. Patrick O'Sullivan, the paternal 
great-grandfather of the present representative of the race, came from the 
north of Ireland, and landed in Virginia early in the 17th century. 

Charles A. Sullivan was educated at Nazareth Hall, the Moravian 
school at Nazareth, Northampton County, Pa., from i860 to 1863, and was 
a pupil at the Military School at West Chester, Chester County, from 1863 
to 1867. In 1868 he read law at Butler with Judge James Bredin, and in 
1870 he was admitted to the bar. In the same year he was married to the 
youngest daughter of General George W. Reed, of Butler, sister of Nelson 
P., George W., and Joseph P. Reed, formerly of the Pittsburg Commercial- 
Gazette. 

In 1886 Mr. Sullivan came to Pittsburg, and soon became known here 
as an " all-round " lawyer, engaged in active practice in all the courts. . 

The late President Garfield was an intimate friend of Mr. Sullivan's, 
and during the campaign of 1880 sent him on the stump into Ohio and In- 
diana. The young lawyer's wit, originality and fund of anecdote, often 
couched in genuine Irish brogue, won for him the title of " The Young Irish 
Patrick Henry of Pittsburg." Despite his power of dramatic oratory, Mr. 
Sullivan prefers to stick to the law rather than chase the will-o'-the-wisp of 
political advancement. 

During his academic days, Mr. Sullivan was noted as a classical scholar 
and a lover of history. Euclid was also a hobby of his, and he added to 
the sum of his accomplishments the mastery of the German language and 
of the violin. His wife being a fine pianist, they spend many happy musical 
moments together. 

While at the Chester Military School, Mr. Sullivan was captain of a 
military company and an adept in all athletic exercises. He has main- 
tained the physique thus built up, and is to-day as straight as a rush. 
Eagle eyes and a Roman ijose make his face one that would attract atten- 
tion among a thousand. 

Since he came to the Allegheny County bar, in April, 1886, Mr. Sulli- 
van has been engaged in the trial of many important cases — civil, criminal 
and equity. He is an indefatigable worker, guided by an indomitable will, 
and will fight every inch of ground for a meritorious client. 

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CAPT. CHAS. W. BATCHELOR. 



AMONG the pillars of the river industry in Western Pennsylvania, Captain 
Charles W. Batchelor stands facile princeps. Captain Batchelor comes 
of sturdy American stock. He was born in Steubenville, O., in 1823, and 
received his early education at private schools in his native town. In 1841 
he apprenticed himself on a Wheeling steamboat to learn to be a pilot. In 
1845 ne became a full pilot, and in 1849 he bought the interest of Captain 
John Klinefelter in the steamer Hibernia No. 2, of the Pittsburg and Cin- 
cinnati Packet line, and assumed command. In 1853, he took command of 
the famous Allegheny in the same line, and in 1854, he built the Americus 
for the Pittsburg and Nashville trade. In 1855, the Americus burned, and 
he left the river to become the active Vice-President of the Eureka Insurance 
Company of Pittsburg, and acted as the general agent in setting marine 
losses. In 1861, he was appointed by President Lincoln as Surveyor of the 
Port and United States Depository at Pittsburg, in which dual capacity he 
continued until September, 1866, when he was removed by President John- 
son on account of his political opinions ; Captain Batchelor being an un- 
compromising Republican — in fact, one of the founders of the Republican 

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party. During his official career he disbursed over one hundred million 
dollars, and wound up with the Government in his debt. It was during this 
period that his ability as an organizer of public enterprises was first mani- 
fested. In 1864, mainly through his instrumentality, the Pittsburg Sanitary 
Fair for the relief of sick and wounded soldiers was organized and carried 
out with magnificent success. He was a personal friend of President Lin- 
coln ; was a delegate to the convention which nominated Lincoln, and when 
the President passed through Pittsburg on the way to be inaugurated, Cap- 
tain Batchelor escorted him in company with Mrs. Lincoln to the train. 
The President had been threatened with assassination, and was going by an 
unusual route to avoid danger. "When I got him and his party in the 
car," writes Captain Batchelor, "I said, 'Good-bye, Mr. President; may the 
Lord love you as the people do.' He held my hand for a minute, and said, 
'What is that? Say that again?' I repeated it, and then bid them all good- 
bye." The President's coolness in the hour of danger, and his faculty of 
interesting himself in passing manifestations of popular sentiment made a 
profound impression on the mind of the loyal Pittsburger. 

In 1867, Captain Batchelor became President of the Eagle Cotton Mills 
Company, and continued in that position until 1873. He was President of the 
Masonic Bank from 1868 until 1884, when he resigned to become acting 
Vice-President of the Keystone Bank and President of the Pittsburgh Petro- 
leum Exchange. He is now President of the Merchants' and Manufacturers' 
Insurance Company, and also of the Natural Gas Company of West Vir- 
ginia, and Secretary and Treasurer of the Natural Gas Company, Limited, 
of Pittsburg, which inaugurated the use of gas for manufacturing purposes 
in 1875. 

In 1885, he was made Chairman of the Committee of Arrangements and 
Commodore of the Fleet, for the celebration of the opening of Davis Island 
Dam. 

Captain Batchelor is one of the most prominent Masons in the United 
States, having received the highest degree that can be conferred. He was 
Right Eminent Grand Commander of the Knights Templar of Pennsylvania 
in 1883-4. 

His has been a life of rectitude and usefulness to his fellow men, and it 
has been deservedly crowned with prosperity and with the world's appro- 
bation. 

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South Siders say, 
Don't you know this gay 
And popular physician ? 
In ward Twenty-six 
He gets in his licks, 
And is very much in requisition. 
He combines good humor with the best of skill. 
Cracks merry, merry jests when he compounds a 

pill, 
And is merriest of all when he presents his bill, 
Which he does with great precision. 

He bears the brand 
Of a foreign land; 
He's a real Franco-Dutch Alsatian ; 
But his prejudices blind 
He wisely left behind 
When he came to join the Yankee nation. 
He studied for a doctor till he'd learned enough 
In a Cincinnati college, where they cram and stuff; 
Then he went across to Strasburg, where they 
polished him off 
In shape to make a reputation. 

The Birminghamites 
He got dead to rights 
Till his headpiece was expanded ; 
Whereupon he made a break 
For an office-holding stake, 
And the prize adroitly landed. 
In the School Board, Councils, and the Senate of 
the State, 

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And the old Board of Health, he served with ele- 
gance so great 

That he wanted to be may'r, but there the hand 
of fate 
Interfered, and he thus was stranded. 

Twice o'er the ring 
Refused to swing 
The delegates that he needed : 
" If I can't be may'r," he said, 
" By the nose I won't be led," 
So from politics he then receded. 
Unlike Doc Barchfeld, who went over to Quay, 
When the gang wouldn't let him always have his 

own way, 
Our man dropped out and stuck to practicing for 
pay, 
Wherein he has extensively succeeded. 

Fight years have passed 
Since aside he cast 
His political pretensions, 

And his freedom now from care 
He's accustomed to declare 
Brings him happiness of large dimensions. 
He keeps fast horses — they're a hobby that he's 

got, 
When Magee gives orders, to the front he needn't 

trot, 
And it's safe to say he wouldn't now exchange 
his lot 
For a cinch upon a dozen of conventions. 

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DR. M. A. ARNHOLT. 



UNTIL within a few years past, one of the most familiar faces in the Pitts- 
burg Council chambers and in the Legislative halls at Harrisburg was 
that of Dr. M. A. Arnholt, of the South Side. It was long a source of pride 
to Dr. Arnholt that he was able to achieve success politically and profes- 
sionally at the same time, a dual exploit which is rarely accomplished out- 
side the ranks of the legal profession. Of late, however, he has held aloof 
from politics, and devoted his attention exclusively to his practice as a 
physician. 

Dr. Arnholt was born in Alsace, then a French province, on December 
25, 1836, and came to the United States in 1849. He attended the public 
schools and the academy at Joliet, 111., and graduated in 1857 from the Ohio 
Medical College. In the fall of 1858 he went to Europe, and became a 
student at the Strasburg School of Medicine, from which institution he 
graduated in 186 1. In 1862 he returned to his adopted country and located 
on the South Side, where he has ever since enjoyed a career of unbroken 
popularity and success. 

Dr. Arnholt was repeatedly elected by the people of his district to rep- 
resent them as School Director, Councilman, and State Senator. At one 
time he was urged to become a candidate for Mayor, and would undoubt- 
edly have made a strong run had he succeeded in capturing the nomination 
over the head of the slated Republican nominee. He is independently 
wealthy, indulges a taste for fast horses, and without subscribing to the Epi- 
curean doctrine, manages to get the maximum of enjoyment out of life. 

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Who does not know this face aglow 

With manly zeal and pride ? 
The owner he is six foot three 

In height, and more beside. 
His grandsire's name is George ; the same 

Was on his sire conferred ; 
On him as well the heirloom fell, 

And hence he's George the Third. 

At college trained he was, and gained 

Thereat an honored name : 
Cornell at first assuaged his thirst 

For literary fame, 
And then at Yale such heights to scale 

His spirit high was spurred, 
That LL.D.'s fell on their knees, 

And worshipped George the Third. 

'Mid lawyer men he mingled then, 

And hung his shingle out, 
Prepared to make the judges quake 

In many a telling bout. 
The hope to seize enormous fees 

But little was deferred, 
For clients rushed and squeezed and 
crushed, 

To get at George the Third. 



Ambition yet his soul beset, 

And so he buckled down 
To learn the tricks of politics 

In Allegheny town. 
By methods neat he won a seat 

At Harrisburg, and stirred 
Up many a fuss ; industrious, 

Indeed, was George the Third. 

This epoch past, his eye he cast 

On Congress — there he thought 
High eminence and fame immense 

To gain he surely ought, 
With Bayne and Stone he held his own 

Till finally occurred 
The crack of doom, which smashed the 
boom 

Worked up by George the Third. 

Now on his oars he rests, and pores 

O'er projects of reform ; 
For Murph and Wyme 'most all the time 

He helps to make it warm. 
Don't think he's quite dropped out of sight, 

The thought would be absurd ; 
For the time's at hand when none can stand 

In front of George the Third. 
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GEORGE SHIRAS III. 



u /^EORGE SHIRAS, Esq., was born in the city of Allegheny, January 
vJ i, 1859. Graduated at .Cornell University and Yale Law School. 
For eight years he has been associated with his father, Geo. Shiras, Jr., in 
the practice of law." — Smull's Legislative Hand-Book (1889). 

Mr. Shiras has had a brilliant career. As a scholar, he achieved 
marked distinction at Cornell University, graduating in the course of His- 
tory and Political Science. Later, at the Yale Law School, his positive 
views on the benefits of the Protective Tariff led to a series of public 
debates, and his success in combating the free trade theories inculcated at 
Yale by Prof. Sumner was such that, in his senior year, the presidency of 
the Yale Kent Club, the great debating society of the University, was unan- 
imously tendered him. 

Mr. Shiras' career at the Pittsburg bar has been conspicuously success- 
ful. The court records indicate the importance of his causes and the 
character of his clientage. 

In politics he is an earnest Republican, keenly alive to the conserva- 
tion of his party's best interests. While a pronounced partisan in national 
politics, he is an earnest advocate of independence in the administration of 
local government. In 1888, Mr. Shiras was elected to the State Assembly 
by 1700 majority from a district Democratic in the preceding election, and 
he repaid the compliment by a devotion to duty such as is rarely manifested 
in modern politics. In the session of '89 he was one of the most valuable 
members of the Judiciary General and other important committees, and 
through his industry and ability in debate secured the passage of a number 
of useful enactments. 

In 1890, he became a candidate for Congress against Colonel Bayne in 
the Twenty-third district, and made a splendid fight against Colonel Stone, 
who, after the nomination had been improperly transferred to him by Col- 
onel Bayne, went into new primaries and with difficulty wrested victory from 
the hands of his courageous young opponent. 

Mr. Shiras has taken profound interest in the reform movement in 
Allegheny City, and to him the people of that municipality are mainly in- 
debted for the strides made in the direction of honest government. 

Few men in public life enjoy, in the same measure as this energetic 
young lawyer-politician, the respect and confidence of the community. 

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The lawyer- politician is a type we're all 
acquainted with, 
The combination's one that isn't rare ; 
False modesty is something he's not usu- 
ally tainted with, 
And at obstacles he's not the chap to 
scare. 
An undercrust of brilliancy, an upper crust 
of jollity, 
With legal learning sandwiched in be- 
tween, 
Are the attributes which, varying in quan- 
tity and quality, 
In samples of the genus may be seen. 

Such a gentleman above you see in all of 
his sublimity ; 
Since publicly to hustle he began, 
He's been looked on by the public with 
decided unanimity 
As being what is called a " coming man." 
'Twixt politics and legal work his time's 
split up exclusively ; 
Anon he's making speeches on the 
stump ; 
Then again you'll find him plastering a 
jury up delusively, 
Or making opposition counsel jump. 



In Homestead he resides, which with the 
South Side wards united is 
As legislative district Number Six ; 
There the populace admires him, and ex- 
cessively delighted is 
When politics with law he'll intermix. 
Assemblyman they've made him, and he's 
always been on deck in time, 
Where other legislators were remiss ; 
And they'd send him back to Harrisburg 
right willingly a second time — 
But, no ; he's after higher game than 
this. 

He would like to go to Congress, there to 
make a record national, 
And serve the State with honor, like 
Dalzell, 
To make speeches full of fire, exploding 
theories irrational, 
And otherwise in statesmanship excel. 
In the meantime, while his bonnet har- 
bors yet the bee Congressional, 
And prospects rosy-hued he entertains, 
He industriously labors in his character 
professional, 
And mountainously heaped up are his 
gains. 
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JOHN F. COX. 

THE cause of labor has had few more earnest and skilful champions than 
Hon. John F. Cox, the well-known attorney-at-law, of 403 Grant street- 
Mr. Cox was born in Mifflin township, October 6, 1852. He was reared on 
a farm, and obtained his early education in country schools. The higher 
branches he acquired at Westminster College, and later at Mt. Union, grad- 
uating from the latter in the class of 1875. For four years he taught school 
in the Monongahela Valley, and then forsook the ferule to study law in the 
office of Moreland & Kerr. He was admitted to the bar in 1880, and has 
been an active practitioner ever since. 

Politics had a special fascination for Mr. Cox, and his mental gifts and 
admirable social qualities rapidly brought him to the front in the political 
world. He was elected to the Legislature in 1884, and again in 1887, from 
the Sixth legislative district. In 1889 he sought the Republican nomination 
for District Attorney, but withdrew before the convention was held. He 
was also a candidate against J. W. Ray for the Congressional nomination, 
and his defeat was only secured by a process of political barter. 

Mr. Cox is recognized as a staunch friend of labor, and has always been 
identified with court cases involving the rights of labor organizations. Dur- 
ing the famous strike at Duquesne, he was attorney for the mill men, and 
made a masterly defense of their interests. He was the originator of the 
anti-conspiracy law which was passed unanimously in the lower branch of 
the Legislature, but was defeated in the Senate by one vote. The same 
measure was revived and passed in the session of 189 1. 

Civil and criminal law receive a like share of Mr. Cox's attention. In 
the Fitzsimmons-Clark murder trial— a recent cause celebre—h& appeared as 
counsel for the defense. 

He resides in Homestead, and is, perhaps, the most popular citizen of 
that borough. His frankness, generosity and kindliness of heart have made 
John F. Cox one of the most generally esteemed men, in or out of the legal 
profession, in Allegheny County. 

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Sure the green flag of Ireland must flutter with pride 
When the name of this noted Hibernian we 
utter, 
So we'll just lay his famous cognomen aside 
And not give the green emblem the trouble to 
flutter. 

In boyhood to keep him 
John Bull (divil sweep him) 
Refused, so he started 
From home, heavy-hearted, 
And sailed from old Ireland on board of a spanker, 
Just like that young mariner, Casey-bianca. 

Though beautiful Cork he had left far behind, 
Yet he knew that abroad there was prospect of 
boodle ; 
Inspired by this feeling, he soon grew resigned 
And to keep up his spirits struck up " Yankee 
Doodle." 

In Pittsburg arriving, 
He set about striving, 
With judgment discerning 
To brush up his learning 
And soon there was not in this Land of the Free 
A more wide-awake business-like Yankee than he. 



When manhood he reached to Venango he went, 
In the hope that a fortune in oil he'd be striking. 

But a year found him back again, solely intent 
On the grocery trade, which was more to his 
liking. 

(I 



From sugar and coffee 

And similar stuff, he 

Raked profit extensive . 

And sought for a chance of 
Investing the same where he could, if he chose, 
Later on have a million or two in his clothes. 



" Eureka," he cried, when he'd hit on a scheme, 
" Rye whisky's the thing that'll make me a 
Croesus; " 
Forthwith of Old Red-eye he buys up the cream 
And a lucrative trade on the instant he seizes. 
The whiskey consumers, 
Attracted by rumors 
Of liquor seraphic, 
Expanded his traffic, 
And that's why to-day it's in order to greet 
Him as principal Croesus of Liberty street. 

His house is the oldest in town, he declares, 

And so is his liquor — at least, so he claims; 
And the look of profound satisfaction he wears 
Shows how little he cares for Prohibitive 
games. 

Four youths and four maidens 
Decorous and staid 'uns, 
His home help to brighten 
And life, too, to lighten. 
The Temperance folk up the creek wouldn't fly 
Were they half as well fixed as this dealer in 
rye. 

06) 



T. D. CASEY. 

THE name of T. D. Casey is a "household word" in the wholesale liquor 
trade of the United States. Mr. Casey is a native of Ireland, having 
come into the world at Charleville, County Cork, in 1 840. At the age of 
10 years he came to this country and settled in Westmoreland county. In 
1865, he removed to Pittsburg and took a course of study at the Iron City 
College, where he subsequently graduated. In 1866 he went to the Venango 
oil field, but returned the following year to Pittsburg, and started in the 
grocery trade in Allegheny City. In 1868, he moved to Pennsylvania 
Avenue, continuing in the same line of business. The turning point of his 
fortunes was reached in 1869, when he formed a copartnership with Robert 
Woods in the liquor business, and laid the foundation of the lucrative trade 
which he now controls. Mr. Woods retired from the connection in 1870, 
and James and T. D. Casey continued the business under the firm name of 
Robert Woods & Co. In 1872, Thomas C. Fogarty joined the concern and 
the firm name was changed to Casey & Fogarty. It continued in this form 
until 1 88 1, when Mr. Fogarty retired. Since then the firm has been known 
as T. D. Casey & Co. 

The house is the oldest in the liquor trade in this city, having been 
founded originally by Robert Moore in 1837. It; is justly famed for the ex- 
cellence of the varied brands of liquor which it controls, some of which are 
reputed to be without a rival in the American market. 

Mr. Casey is a man of agreeable social qualities, and while thoroughly 
domestic in his habits, is loyal to his Club (the Columbus), and frequently 
takes a hand in politics on the Democratic side. He is the father of a 
happy family; resides in a handsome mansion in Allegheny, and stands 
high among the "solid men" of that city. 

(107) 




A star of Westmoreland we've pictured At Grapeville his brother and he struck it 

before, rich, 

Tis his brother that's done up to-day. They both made the riffle in gas, 

And the one, like the other, a plethoric And it's really a puzzle to calculate which 

store In luck may be said to surpass. 

Of shekels has garnered away. They're Democrats both, and the one we 

He was poor in his youth, but he isn't so describe 



Is one of Democracy's stars, 
And swears that the reason he's high in 
the tribe 
Is because he " don't scare at the cars." 

He hustled for Wallace, but took off his 
coat 
For Pattison, scorning to flop. 
When a friend sent to ask how he'd bet on 
the vote, 
Not a moment to think did he stop. 
"Micks, Mugwumps, and Methodists" — 
that's what he said — 
"Have the call, and we'll bet the 
cigars." 
And for this, he declares, he's just one There are few who could thus show as 
thing to thank, level a head 

'Tis because he "don't scare at the As the man who "don't scare at the 

cars." cars." 

( 108) 



now, 
No reverse his prosperity mars, 
And the reason he prospered, he's wont 

to avow, 
Is because he "don't scare at the 

cars." 

At Pithole, way back in the year '64, 

He made his first lucrative hit ; 
The town went to smash, and unlucky ones 
swore, 
But he didn't worry a bit. 
For he'd raked in a pile and had lots in 
the bank, 
While few others escaped without scars ; 



W. S. GUFFEY. 



WS. GUFFEY, the well known oil and gas operator, was born in Mud- 
• dison, Westmoreland County, Pa., in 1842. He was educated at 
the Sulphur Spring school house, and the curriculum of that rural estab- 
lishment constituted the beginning and the end of his academic training. In 
education, as well as business, he is a self-made man, and yet to-day he has 
a conversational polish and general fund of information sufficient to put col- 
lege graduates to the blush. 

The tidal wave of the oil excitement carried Mr. Guffey to Pithole in 
January, 1865, the first well having been struck there in the preceding No- 
vember. The phenomenal history of Pithole is known to everybody. At 
one time it had a larger post-office than Pittsburg. Now the last trace of its 
existence has vanished. Mr. Guffey stayed in the town until $30,000 
houses were selling at $1,000 apiece, and left shortly before the final crash 
came, which left Pithole only a name. He is one of the oldest members of 
the Pithole Pioneers' Association, of which about 60 survivors remain, and 
he still attends the association's annual banquets. 

It was in 1866 that Mr. Guffey left Pithole. From that time until his 
coming to Pittsburg, in 1881, he turned his hand to a great variety of enter- 
prises, with more or less success. Since his establishment in this city he 
has been chiefly engaged in the oil business, and although he never joined 
hands with the Standard monopoly, he has become a very wealthy man. 

He is one of the most ardent Democrats" that ever swore by Jefferson 
and Jackson, and contributes largely to Democratic campaign funds. During 
Gov. Campbell's campaign for re-election in Ohio, Mr. Guffey rendered him 
valuable service. In fact, there is no reasonable call made upon him by his 
party to which he does not cheerfully respond. 

(109) 




In the year '49 
From Ireland came over 
A frisky young rover 
In hopes to discover 

Of riches a mine, 
And his fancies were lurid, 
Because he felt sure he'd 

Achieve his design. 

" Now, courage," said he, 
"There's good luck in the distance." 
And so with persistence 
He fought for existence. 

Betwixt you and me 
His first wage of a dollar 
A week was much smaller 

Than these days we see. 

His progress was slow 
But with heart never quailing 
He thought not of failing 
And took to retailing 

Tobacco, and so 
Success came to crown him, 
And no one could down him 

Nor yet lay him low. 



Twas thus it befell 
That with pride unaffected 
And zeal well directed 
In time he erected 

His Fifth Ward hotel 
In a goodly location 
Which high admiration 

Is bound to compel. 

In public affairs 
He's been active — who wouldn't 
Thereof be a student? 
A school boarder prudent 

He's been, and the cares 
Of Councils he's tackled 
And the name of unshackled 

Assemblyman bears. 

What more does he seek? 
Why nothing ; his measure 
Of hard-gotten treasure 
And fairly won pleasure 

Is full, and his cheek 
Still glows when recalling 
That vision appalling — 

A dollar a week. 



(no) 



JOHN O'NEILL. 



OF the "solid" citizens of the Fifth Ward, none occupies a higher place 
in the estimation of the residents of that district than Hon. John 
O'Neill, proprietor of the Sixth Avenue Hotel, at the corner of Grant 
Street and Sixth Avenue. 

Mr. O'Neill is a thoroughbred Irishman of the best type. He was 
born in the County Cork in 1839, and emigrated to the United States when 
he was ten years old, coming almost immediately to Pittsburg. Here he 
was educated and made his start in life. Fortune was not prodigal of her 
favors to him at the outset, and he often recalls his youthful experience 
when his labor was rewarded with the meagre stipend of $1.00 a week. 
By dint of patience and thrifty habits, however, he pushed his way forward 
and laid the foundations of a comfortable forjune. In August, 1863, he 
went into business as a tobacconist, and later established himself in a profit- 
able liquor trade. The Sixth Avenue Hotel, of which he is sole owner and 
proprietor, was completed in August, 1891. It is a handsome brick edifice 
containing 75 rooms, is equipped with all modern conveniences, and fur- 
nished throughout in the latest style, and in its management and all its ap- 
pointments is second to no other establishment of the kind in Pittsburg. 
Hence the popularity and liberal patronage earned by this hotel within a 
very short time. 

Mr. O'Neill has always been a conspicuous figure in local politics. He 
has been a member of the Hancock School Board, and served six years in 
Select Councils and two terms in the State Legislature. He is a Democrat 
and a member of the Randall Club. 

(in) 




While this personage we do up, 
Who in Pennsylvania grevv* up, 
And is native-born, for he himself has said 
it: 
There's a Pinafore quotation 
That just fits the situation, 
''He's an £ng/is/imzn," and that is to his 
credit. 

Shakespeare author of the claim is 
That there nothing in a name is 
But the present case leads not to that con- 
clusion, 
For a cursory inspection 
Carried on in this connection 
Shows that Shake was simply spreading a 
delusion. 

Down from Blair — a melancholic 
Little county and bucolic — 

Came our subject to this town to find his 
level, 
And secured a situation 
With a South Side publication 

In the literary role of printer's devil. 

Being capable and ready, 
Soon he got employment steady 



Setting type for living wages on a daily ; 
While his brothers found enjoyment 
In the very same employment 

Mangling " copy " expeditiously and gaily. 

But in typographic durance 

Long he stayed not ; for insurance 

Was for him a fascination and a hobby ; 
And no sooner did he try it 
Than he filled his pockets by it 

And began to cut a figure ultra nobby. 

People quickly came to relish 
His display of habits swellish 

And the politicians couldn't overlook him ; 
Club men specially extolled him, 
The Americus enrolled him 

And was tickled in its membership to book 
him. 

John Dalzell to-day he's backing, 
And Boss Quay with vim attacking, 
Stirring up on ev'ry hand delight and won- 
der ; 
All the world must fain admit it, 
Keen he is and ready-witted, 
And knows how to put the English on like 
thunder. 

12) 



H. D. W. ENGLISH. 



IN business, in society, and in politics, "Harry" English, insurance man, 
club luminary, and political captain, is alike widely and favorably 
known. 

He was born at Sabbath Rest, Blair County, December 22, 1855. His 
father, Rev. G. W. English, a Baptist minister, was his first preceptor, giv- 
ing him a sound and wholesome training. The remainder of his education 
was received at Milroy Academy, where he spent four years. In 1871 he 
came to Pittsburg, secured a position as office-boy for the South Side 
Courier, and eventually learned the printing trade. It is a curious coinci- 
dence that Mr. English and his brothers, G. W. and Dr. W. T. English, 
were all printers at one time, and had the reputation of outrivalling all com- 
petitors in rapid type-setting. 

After serving three years as a compositor on the Chronicle-Telegraph, 
Mr. English became associated with his brother G. W. in the insurance 
business. In 1881 the latter went to New York to take charge of the Berk- 
shire Life Insurance office as Manager for the City and State. H. D. W. 
English bought out his brother's interest and assumed charge himself. 
His record as an insurance man has been uniformly above par. He is ener- 
getic and pushing to an unusual degree, and is in all respects signally 
adapted to the business to which he has devoted himself. 

Mr. English is an ardent Republican, and a leading member of the 
Americus Club. He was chairman of the Executive Committee of that or- 
ganization from 1884 to 1890, and has been chairman of the Committee of 
Arrangements at almost all the banquets given by the Club in this city. 

("3) 




Behold on his steed 

Of mysterious breed 
A rider of grim-looking mug ; 

Like a dime-novel hero 

He wears a sombrero, 
And Isaac's the name of his plug. 

His mustache, big and red, 

And his greatness of head, 
Should indicate plainly to you 

That Isaac's possessor 

Is nobody lesser 
Than the high muck-a-muck of the Zoo. 



There's a grave-looking owl 
That sits, cheek by jowl, 

With an eagle that's tired of his bunk ; 
There's an elephant youthful, 
Who (let us be truthful ! ) 

Don't carry his clothes in his trunk. 
There are guinea-pigs cute, 
And a queer looking brute 

From Chili, or maybe Peru ; 

And they all howl like blazes 
When singing the praises 

Of the high muck-a-muck of the Zoo. 



O'er his novel domain 

Supreme is his reign ; 
He has vassals all dressed up in gray, 

Who devote themselves mainly 

To prancing inanely 
Around, and to drawing their pay. 

The power he divides, 

So that Hokey presides, 
With the aid of a nondescript crew, 

Over what little work is 

Achieved in the circus 
Of the high muck-a-muck of the Zoo. 



There are also the coons, 

And the frisky baboons, 
And the monkeys just bubbling with glee. 

Small wonder, now is it, 

That thousands should visit 
The place where these wonders they see ? 

With pleasure untold 

The young and the old 
On Sunday go out in a slew, 

And you'll find all competing 

To tender a greeting 
To the high muck-a-muck of the Zoo. 
(114) 



james Mcknight. 



"PVERY man, woman and child who has been to visit Schenley Park ought 
*-* to be familiar with the cheery face and trim figure of " Jim " McKnight, 
the big-hearted and easy-going, but in all respects thoroughly efficient, Su- 
perintendent of the people's pleasure ground, 

James McKnight was born in County Down, Ireland, November II, 
1854, and was brought to this country by his parents in 1859, coming direct 
to Pittsburg, The family settled in Pitt township, now the Fourteenth 
ward, and has lived there ever since. 

Mr. McKnight was educated at the public schools, and devoted himself 
principally to clerical pursuits until 1884, when he became a contractor, in 
which capacity he still carries on business. In 1890 he was appointed Su- 
perintendent of Schenley Park, and all improvements made there have been 
executed under his personal supervision. 

He was one of the first to take men and money to the relief of the 
panic-stricken people of Johnstown on the occasion of the disastrous flood 
of 1889. It was under his supervision that the famous dam at the stone 
bridge was opened, out of which a great number of bodies were taken, 
After three other contractors had failed to clear the water-course, Mr. Mc- 
Knight undertook the work on Wednesday, and had it completed at 3 p. m, 
on the following Saturday. For this admirable service he was congratu- 
lated by Governor Beaver and General Hastings, who pronounced it the 
most effective piece of work done since the occurrence of the flood. 
While at Johnstown, Mr. McKnight employed as many as 2,200 men and 
600 teams at one time. 

He is a Republican in politics, and one of the best known men in Alle- 
gheny county. 

("5) 




With green flag's proudly flying 
And regimentals gay, 

Hibernians come 

To the beat of the drum 
To celebrate the day. 
St. Patrick's feeling happy 
To know it's all for him : 

And the saint's chief aid 

In the big parade 
Is gallant Captain Jim. 

The Galway men look hearty. 
The Dublin men look spry ;• 
The lads from Clare 
Look devil-may-care 
As their serried ranks go by ; 
And the boys from Tipperary 
Are stout and clean of limb. 
But none of them are 
Upon a par 
With gallant Captain Jim. 

The Captain earned his title 
At home in the N. G. P. 

If war Was in sight 

He'd have hustled out to fight, 
But he didn't get the chance, not he 



So in da}r"s of peace he labored 
A company to get in trim, 

And the boys got their fill 

Of expert drill 
From gallant Captain Jim. 

From the P. R. R. he parted 
Not many years ago ; 

In the Company's pay 
For many a day 
He'd been, but found it slow. 
A restaurant palatial 

He thought Would suit his whim ; 
And on Liberty street 
None now compete 
• With gallant Captain Jim. 

He sits in Common Council 
And helps to legislate, 

In ward No. Nine 

He's right in line 
And heads the reg'lar slate ) 
And whenever there are elections 
You'll find him in the swim, 

For the powers that be 

A helpmate see 
In gallant Captain Jim. 

(116) 



J. J. McGUIRE. 



CAPTAIN J. J. McGuire, proprietor of the well known cafe on Liberty 
street, opposite the Union Depot, formerly Deshon's, has long been a 
leading spirit among the Irish Catholics of Western Pennsylvania. Oddly 
enough, Captain McGuire is not a native Irishman. He was born in Glas- 
gow, Scotland, March n, 1850, of Irish parents. The family emigrated to 
America in 1852, and settled in Danville, Montour county, Pa. In 1864, 
young McGuire with several companions went to Philadelphia and surrepti- 
tiously enlisted in the navy. His father took him out and sent him to the 
College of St. Charles Borromeo, in Philadelphia, where he spent two years 
studying for the priesthood. In 1867, he removed with his parents to Pitts- 
burg, where the family remained for one year, during which time he 
graduated from the Iron City College. The family returned to Danville in 
1868. On May 25th of that year, Captain McGuire was married to his 
present wife, and took her and his parents to Pittsburg. He worked at 
Shoenberger's blast furnaces for three years, and was in business on Penn 
avenue for nearly four years, after which he entered the employ of the 
Pennsylvania Railroad Company, and served as assistant depot-master and 
later as conductor. Retiring finally from the railroad business, he invested 
his savings in a hotel and restaurant on Penn avenue, and suosequently sold 
out and moved to his present location. 

Captain McGuire has been a Hibernian since he was 18 years old. He 
had charge of a Division for four years, and was State Secretary for two 
years. He was for nine years a member of the Ralston School Board, and 
is at present the representative of the Ninth ward in Common Council. He 
has also served in the National Guard, and was for two years Captain of 
Company B, Eighteenth Regiment. 

(117) 




Perchance our readers, gazing on this gent's famil- 
iar face, 

May consider him as being just a trifle out of 
place. 

For instead of being around the ticket office — 
bless his heart ! — 

To-day he's in the gallery — a gallery of art. 

In his academic temple he exhibits to the view 
Every week a set of object lessons picturesque 

and new, 
On the salutary influence of which himself he 

prides 
Very justly, since the lookers-on can't help but 

split their sides. 

There is natty Tony Pastor, who is vocally a 

power, 
And warbles funny things about the topics of the 

hour, 
And little Bobby Manchester, whose grimaces and 

chaff 
Would make a graven image waken up to take a 

laugh. 

There's Kernell, the lanky Irishman, who never 
fails (the rogue !) 

To- paralyze the audience with his Connemara 
brogue, 

And who gives the foreign lingoes many a capti- 
vating touch — 

He can diagnose the Dagoes and can paraphrase 
the Dutch. 



There's the famous aggregation that is known as 

Lily Clay's, 
Which semi-operatic incongruities essays; 
The lady with the skipping-rope, the walker on 

the wire, 
The Hercules who swings the clubs and never 

seems to tire. 

There's the juggler with his sleight of hand as old 

as Adam's fall, 
The gymnast whose trapeze exploits faint-hearted 

folks appal, 
The girl who warbles ditties that would touch a 

heart of stone, 
And the chap who plays on every blessed instrn- 

ment that's known. 

All of these our hero shows us, and he makes the 

business pay, 
For he always can distinguish 'twixt an actor and 

.a jay; 
He himself once wore the buskin, and was picked 

out to support 
Stars like Forrest, Adams, Cushman — heavy 

drama was his forte. 

From the time when as the manager of Trimble's 

house he shone 
To the present, when he's opening the 'steenth 

season of his own, 
He has always been considered, with respect that 

ne'er abates, 
The squarest little manager in these United States. 

(i*8) 



H. W. WILLIAMS. 



HW. ("HARRY") WILLIAMS, the estimable proprietor and manager 
of the Academy of Music, was born at Baltimore, Md., December 5, 
1 841, and there attended school, graduating from the Baltimore High School 
in 1856. His first business venture was in the fish and produce trade, with 
his mother, and he spent three years as a tinner's apprentice. 

A natural fondness for the drama asserted itself, however, and he be- 
came second low comedian in the stock company of the opera house at Nor- 
folk, Va. He played variously at Washington and Baltimore theatres for 
several years 1 , and during an engagement in the latter city, on September I, 
1 86 1, was married to Miss Lucy Clifton. His greatest success behind the 
footlights was made at Canterbury Music Hall, Washington, in May, 1862, 
when he appeared as "Beau" Hickman in a local drama. In September, 
1864, he went to the National Theatre, and remained there eight months, 
returning then to Baltimore, where he continued as stage manager and 
business manager of a music hall until 1866. 

On August 9, 1866, Mr. Williams came to Pittsburg, where he has re- 
mained ever since, excepting during two brief periods, which were spent in 
Buffalo and Philadelphia respectively. From November 24, 1868, until 
January, 1870, he was manager of the "Old Drury," which place he left be- 
cause the roof was in bad condition and the lessor refused to repair.it. 
Shortly after he left, it was torn down. 

On November 10, 1877, Harry Williams's Academy was opened to the 
public. The house had previously been in bad hands, and it required her- 
culean efforts on the part of Mr. Williams to change its unsavory reputation 
and make it a source of profitable enterprise. In this task he has achieved 
superlative success. His name has become a guarantee of fair dealing, and 
the fact that he makes it a. rule to engage none but attractions of the high- 
est order of merit in the vaudeville line has won him the entire confidence of 
the public. It matters nothing how business may be at the other houses, 
Harry Williams's is crowded every night with an enthusiastic audience. No 
theatrical manager in America stands higher than Mr. Williams in the good 
graces of the profession, as well as of the general public. 

(119) 




There was one Mr. Riley who kept a hotel 
And whom history speaks of as doing quite 
well ; 
He was quite a high-flyer, 
But never soared higher 
Than he whom we sing of to-day. 
For with all Mr. Riley's smart Gothamite 

tricks — 
And 'tis said he got in some phenome- 
nal licks — 
'Twould open his eyes up 
If only he'd size up 
Our man and his North Side cafe. 



Though the South Side he owns as his 

birthplace, his name 
Is Dutch, and to German descent he lays 
claim, 
And hence he's resorted 
To beer that's imported, 
For Deutschland his love to display ; 
And draws from the cask in a fashion Teu- 
tonic 
The lager that ripples like music harmonic 
Till Johann and Ernest 
Are tempted the derndest 
To enter that North Side cafe. 



As you see by his likeness the North Sider 

sports 
A nobby appearance, that fitly assorts 
With the glittering, glancing, 
Imposing, entrancing 
Effect of his hostelry gay ; 
The diamond he wears is as big and as 

bright 
As the headlights the traction cars hang 
out at night, 
No raiment in beauty 
Lays over the suit he 
Puts on in his North Side cafe. 



He goes off to New York every once in a 

while 
New ideas to get and keep up with the style ; 
The license court knows him 
As solid, and shows him 
No reason on earth for dismay. 
He's single as yet, though he's slated to 

marry, 
So, girls, round the depot you don't need 
to tarry ; 
Henceforth he'll be sou(e)r 
On charmers who shower 
Their smiles on the North Side cafe. 
20 ) 



JOHN SAUER. 



IF history is not a deceiver, the art of being a good inn-keeper is often 
hereditary, and the care of a first-class hostelry passes from generation 
to generation without abatement of its popularity. Thus we find John 
Sauer, the proprietor of the leading cafe in Allegheny City, at Federal 
Street, perpetuating the business left to him by his father, and keeping the 
reputation of the house up to the standard of its palmiest days in the past 
generation. 

Mr. Sauer was born in Pittsburg, May 20, 1866. He attended the 
common schools, and at the age of 18 entered Duff's College, where, after 
a year's study in the business course, he graduated with honor. He then 
entered the employ of the Pennsylvania Company as mileage clerk in the 
C. & P. office and remained there three years, when the death of his father 
necessitated his taking charge of the cafe on Federal Street. His manage- 
ment of that establishment has been such as to give it a status far above 
that of any other resort on the North Side. 

Mr. Sauer, while debarred by his business interests from indulging po- 
litical aspirations on his own account, takes a lively interest in local politics, 
and is recognized as an influential worker in his district. He is a frank, 
affable gentleman, and has the respect and confidence of the business com- 
munity. 

(121) 




Here's a seignior as potent and grave as you'd 
find 

If you'd travel around for a year, 
A man of a thoroughly well-balanced mind 

Whom no one can shove to the rear; 
As you see by the cut, he's a fine-looking gent, 
With a neat pair of whiskers by Providence sent 
As a trademark distinctive, with special intent 

To make his identity clear. 

From the county of Butler, that wildest of haunts, 

Of nature primeval, he hails; 
Thence, deserting his " sisters and cousins and 
aunts," 

He came here to spread out his sails. 
This he did like a thoroughly zealous Jack Tar, 
Using every available spanker and spar, 
Till to port in a prominent place at the bar 

He was wafted by favoring gales. 

You have heard of his uncle — a glorious soul — 

Well, the "una" gave him many a boost; 
In fact, through the latter, his reaching the 
goal_ 
Extra quickly was superinduced. 
Together they practiced for many a day 
Alike on the civil and crimimal lay, 
Till their business piled up in so crushing a 
way 
That the bond which had held them, was 
loosed. 

(I 



Our hero went off by himself, and he hit 

A magnificent trade right away; 
When a newspaper into a libel suit lit, 

He was hired as a prop and a stay. 
Ev'ry time that an editor got in a mess, 
He was helped out again with such signal success 
That our man got a regular cinch on the press, 

And no one his pow'r could gainsay. 

The " una" seeing this, took him up on the Mount 

And showed him temptations below; 
" Come out independent," he said, " and the 
fount 
Of preferment will certainly flow. 
If you like, from your office you don't need to 

budge, 
The respectable voters will make you a iudge 
Of the highest degree;" but the nephew said 
" Fudge ; 
A promise like that doesn't go." 

For other positions he's often been named, 

Such as judge of the county and may'r; 
But ambition for small things he's always dis- 
claimed, 
He'll have naught but what's gilt-edged and 
rare. 
In the absence of which, from political breaks 
He refrains, though Republican speeches he makes, 
And the joy that in popular taffy he takes 
Counteracts disappointment and care. 

22 ) 



A. M. BROWN. 



"V /[ AJOR A. M. BROWN, one of the pillars of the bar of Allegheny county, 
•-'^ was born at Brownsdale, Butler County, Pa. He studied law with his 
uncle, Hon. Thomas M. Marshall, was admitted to the bar in 1853, and 
remained in partnership with Mr. Marshall from that time until 1865. The 
law firm of Marshall & Brown attained high rank in the profession, and on 
its dissolution, Messrs. Marshall and Brown struck out upon separate paths, 
leading in parallel lines to the goal of successful ambition. 

Major Brown practices in all the courts, and is equally at home in civil 
and criminal cases. His versatility and sound judgment caused him to be 
chosen as attorney for several of the leading newspapers of the city, and 
for many years he has been associated with almost every newspaper trial of 
importance. He has also been concerned in a great variety of "causes 
celebres," involving the exhibition of a thorough knowledge of jurisprudence 
in all its departments, together with exceptional power as a pleader. In 
point of forensic ability, quickness of perception, readiness in argument, 
skill in influencing a jury, and logical dexterity in the construction and 
elaboration of his cases, Major Brown is without a superior in his profession 
in Western Pennsylvania. He has been frequently mentioned for the State 
Supreme Bench, but prefers to retain his immensely lucrative practice. 

Major Brown is an ardent Republican, and in State and National cam- 
paigns freely places his eloquence at the disposal of his party. He has the 
reputation of being one of the most brilliant and effective platform speakers 
in the State. 

(i 2 3) 




ANTHONY F. KEATING. 



Thoughtful looking and austere 

Is the city financier, 
With his iron jaw and forehead full of wrinkles; 

Of diplomacy his nose 

All the evidences shows, 
And his eye with Machiavellian 'cuteness twinkles. 

In the outline of his lip 

Lurk the signs of statesmanship, 
In his chin there is determination stony, 

And it cannot be denied, 

When we view his social side, 
That there isn't the smallest doubt but that he's 
Tony. 

In Councils he's a staunch 

Member of the upper branch; 
The philosophy of business there he teaches, 

For whenever there's a deal 

Which the boys would fain conceal, 
"Cover it up," he always says, "with windy 
speeches." 

On this plan he takes the floor, 

Opposition to deplore, 
And the kickers to rebuke with acrimony, 

All of which the daily press 

Notes, while people must confess 
That there isn't the smallest doubt but that he's 
Tony. 

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He's not easy to abash 

As regards the public cash 
In the annually fixed appropriations, 

And although enough be spent 

To run up taxes 'steen per cent., 
The outrage he will bear with Christian patience. 

And on this account, you see, 

He's beloved by Chris Magee — 
They're as thick as Joe and little Annie Rooney, 

And the game between the two 

Is tickle me and tickle you, 
Oh, there's not the smallest doubt but that he's 
Tony. 

Though he's firmly tied to Chris, 

Yet he claims, in spite of this, 
That his principles are strictly Democratic, 

Which is odd, so much they smack 

Of being off the stalwart track, 
Or at least of being a little bit erratic. 

Thus he hustles right along 

City diplomats among, 
And of every staunch Mageeite he's the crony ; 

So that all the local gang 

May remark without a pang. 
That there isn't the smallest doubt but that he's 
Tony. 
24) 




JOSEPH O. BROWN. 

"When . I started in first, I made my " When I quit prothonoting, I soon did see 

mark That the bar stood in need of such a man 
In the humble post of prothonotary's as me. 

clerk; I read old Blackstone without learning 
I grubbed along with accounts complex, much law 

And with documents I wrestled that a And then hung out my shingle with im- 

saint would vex. mense eclat; 

Of documents and sich, I made such a And this shingle was so elegant, I must 

mess confess, 

That now I am the ruler of the D. P. S. That now I am the ruler of the D. P. S. 



"At last my boss was laid upon the 
shelf, 

And I turned in and tackled the pro- 
thonoting myself. 

I prothonoted at intervals quite at my ease 

And assumed an air of business while I 
gathered in the fees. 

I gathered in the fees with such great 
success 

That now I am the ruler of the D. P. S. 

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"As I hadn't any clients, I had time to 

spare 
To lay the ropes for getting of the spoils 

my share ; 
I cultivated heelers and stood in with Magee 
Till they passed the city charter and took 

care of me. 
And I worked my little boomlet with so 

much address 
That now I am the ruler of the D. P. S." 

25) 




ROBERT C. ELLIOTT. 



Get on to the farmer ; he's tilling the soil And when schemes by the gang were 

In the most approved manner, according cooked up, you can bet, 

to Hoyle. To make room for the farmer they didn't 

His number twelve boots and his hat forget. 

steeple-crowned 

Proclaim him a ruralist down to the ground. As far back as man ' s recollection can run, 

He's managed the paupers and had lots of 

Time was when this chap led a noisier life, . * un > 

In the midst of the city's wild racket and Gmn S -People a game on the gardening 

strife. craze, 

In the First ward he labored with elegance Th °"gh his crops cost their weight in hard 

great money to raise. 

At political jobbing— votes found while He pointed with pride to beets livi and 

you wait. dead> 

.,'■-,'.. To cabbages costing eight dollars a head, 

As a volunteer fireman he had not a peer, To potatoes an d onions at prices as steep, 

He belonged to the " Vigies, then famed And t0 heifers and colts costi thousands 

far and near. f or k eep> 
In the small hours of morning full oft was 

he seen, So pleased with his farming the public be- 
As he raced like the dickens behind a came 

machine. That they begged him forever to stick to 

the same, 

When the ring came along to wield abso- And that's why our picture the gentleman 

lute sway, shows 

With his ward at his back, he stood in With his rake and correct agricultural 

right away ; clothes. 

(126) 




THOMAS P. DRUITT. 



Say, newsies, here's a chap you know, 
Full many a time he's staked you ; 

Likewise when off the track you'd go, 
Full many a time he's raked you. 

He's stuck to you, whom fortune shuns, 
And ne'er was known to rue it, 

With charity an account he runs, 

And never overdrew it. 
i 

In earlier times he held a case, 

That is, he worked at printing, 
Though friendship for the human race 

At other work was hinting. 
A vision in the air he saw, 

Which bade him go and do it, 
Like pictures that the artists draw — 

'Twas Providence that drew it. 

He first joined "Murph " and shook the cup 
Which holds seductive liquor, 

And when the old thirst nickered up, 
He just said " Let 'er nicker." 



Street Arabs then he sought to win, 
He liked them, and they knew it ; 

And once he got his hand well in, 
He never once withdrew it. 

He loaned them nickels, found them beds 

And grub times out of number, 
And got a home where weary heads 

Could find relief in slumber. 
Cold cash it took this noble plan 

To start and to get through it ; 
But, by his zeal and pluck, our man 

From wealthy pockets drew it. 

Now all is lovely where his crowd 

Of Arabs are located ; 
Their princely mansion makes them proud 

And largely elevated. 
Their lives are lightened with the dawn 

Of pleasure, as they view it ; 
From poverty the sting is drawn, 

And he's the man- that drew it. 
27) 




HON. THOMAS M. BAYNE. 



Here is a genius who's known quite exten- Harped on the bogus free trade bugaboo, 

sively, Wanted the earth, and got half of it, too. 
Cuts a wide swath, and does it expensively ; 

Mental pre-eminence don't interfere So things went on, till 'twas time for retir- 
With his methods of making a splurge in ing him, 

his sphere. Then he found out folks were talking of 

firing him ; 

Boodle he's got, and he's made royal use Out came the barrel, and just as before 

of it, The North Side Republicans chose him 
Barrels he's tapped when he'd get an ex- once more. 

cuse for it ; 

Grateful constituents voted him square, Strange to relate, when he'd got things all 
And sent him to Congress with ballots to fi xe d again, 

S p are . What does he do but make them get 

mixed again ; 

Once he got there, he didn't begin to rest, Offered the people a man of his own ; 

Worked in the big manufacturers' inter- They didn't want bread, yet he gave them 

est ; a stone. 

"Who wants high tariff?" he'd yell, "I'm 

the man Oh, how the hardshell Republicans jumped 

That'll pile up the d — d thing as high as on him ! 

I can< " All sorts of evil predictions were dumped 

on him. 

That's what he did at the first opportu- "Bye-bye," he said, "your confounded 

nity, alarms 

Helped Bill McKinley along with impu- Can't keep me, at least, from obscurity's 
nity, arms." 

(128) 




WM. FLINN. 



When Pittsburg's Tycoon, in the height of 
his power 
Had the ground knocked from under 
his feet, 
He was stung to the quick as his former 
right bow'r 
Supplanted the boss in his seat. 
But the crestfallen ruler was too keen a 
blade 
His hatred and rage to betray, 
So he just cracked a smile while the other 
essayed 
The role of Mikado to play. 



His Mikadoship royally carried his crown, 

And royally carries it yet ; 
He quickly established his grip on the 
town 

And made slaves of the City Hall set. 
He ran the elections in elegant style, 

Both branches of Councils controlled ; 
From municipal contracts he raked in a 
pile, 

Till the courts left him out in the cold. 



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Pooh-Bahs he created whenever he chose ; 

City purchases suited him well, 
Till the Glew farm affair like a spectre 
arose 

And the press on his Jags rang the bell. 
As a maker of statutes the record he broke, 

He introduced bills by the score, 
Till the Harrisburg Solons were ready to 
croak 

And voted his " flyers " a bore. 



He's been raked by the press of this town 
fore and aft 
As the rockiest prince in the land, 
But his hide is too thick to be pierced by 
a shaft 
That is thrown by an editor's hand. 
So we still must endure his Mikadoish 
games, 
Which keep honest folks on the rack, 
While a burning desire many bosoms in- 
flames 
That the poor old Tycoon may come 
back. 
29) 




JOHN J. DAVIS. 



Though a soldier-like aspect he sports 
And wears a big badge on his breast, 
This little man never consorts 
With the warriors like whom he is drest. 
About striving for glory 
As long as it's gory- 
He don't give a blankety blank. 
Milder methods he's followed 
To make himself solid, 
He's a secret society crank. 



On occasions of state you should see 

The dignified air he assumes. 

He's a corker, all judges agree, 
In his elegant gold lace and plumes. 

When he goes to conventions. 

Upon his pretensions 
It's always a safe thing to bank, 

For, though others may hustle, 

He'll win in the tussle, 
This secret society crank. 



He belongs to the X. Y. of Z. ; 

He's the boss of the P. D. of Q. ; 

He established the C. O. of D., 
And the Mystical Howdah Yah Doo. 

Round his numerous lodges 

He steadily dodges, 
The cash for his dues down to plank ; 

And those dealings extensive 

Are found quite expensive 
By the secret society crank. 



At a desk in Municipal Hall, 

In the daytime he scribbles away, 
With a smile and a jokelet for all, 

Perennially happy and gay. 
When festive reporters 
Drop into his quarters, 

He greets them with courtesy frank ; 
And it makes the boys glad to 
Donate a free "ad." to 

The secret society crank. 
(130) 




JAMES HUNTER. 



The Sultan of Turkey's a despot notorious, 
So is his Highness, the worshipful Czar ; 
But to hunt up an autocrat tenfold as 
glorious,, 
Oddly enough, you don't have to go far. 
Pittsburg must bow to 
A chap that knows how to 
Give pointers to tyrants 'way over the sea j 
While over the river 
The populace shiver 
At the frown of the boss — Allegheny's 
Magee. 

Above is the latter's presentment pictorial ; 
Bearing his model's phizog. on his shield. 
He, like the other, asserts a seignorial 
Right to control the political field. 
In affairs councilmanic 
It's simply satanic 
The way that he works things, and, 'twixt 
you and me, 

There's many an ally 
Of old Pleasant Valley 
Who's mortgaged his soul to the Northside 
Magee. 

Few can come near him in squeezing out 
franchises : 

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Only the Manchester stands in his way, 
And in Councils the size of his pull in both 
branches is 
Tantamount fairly to absolute sway. 
Wyman he backs up, 
And Murphy he cracks up, 
The heads of departments in Queer street 
would be 

If they didn't adore him— 
This high cockalorum, 
Common Council's last chairman — -the 
Northside Magee. 



With the boodle he's made now his state is 
imperial j 
Royalty hasn't a costlier home ; 
Splendor surrounds him, and vassals se- 
verial 
Treat him like Ceesar Augustus of Rome. 
Europe's not in it ; 
One can't help but grin at 
Crowned chumps who suppose they're on 
top of the tree ; 

For whoe'er would set eyes on 
A boss with no flies on, 
Needn't hunterround far from the North* 
side Magee. 
31) 




HERMAN HANDEL. 



Dot's der bicture von mein back — 

Ach, es ist so schoen ! 
Dot von beauty I've no lack 

Kannst du sicher seh'n. 
Efery one mein veatures knows — 

Freunde hab' ich viel. 
I trinks mein peer und vears mein glothes 

Im echten deutschen Styl. 



Shtill to mein barty do I shtick, 

Stets treu und kreuzfidel ; 
So long als I gan durn a drick 

Da steh' ich zu Befehl. 
A vollower von Yackson I ; 

Bin an der rechten Seit', 
A Temogratt I'll lif und die 

Auf alle Ewigkeit. 



In bolitics I'm bretty shmart — 

Das ist ja wohlbekannt. 
You'll find in der Campaigner's art 

Ich bin kein Dilettant. 
Vonce for Regorder I game out — 

Ach, Gott ! das war ein' Schlacht, 
Mein vriends — boor souls ! vos put to rcut 

Wie Niemand je gedacht. 

( T 3 2 ) 



Aldough I'm in der hayseed line 

Und Land und Vieh besitz' 
Dere's no Alliance fake in mein- 

Das ist ja bios ein Witz. 
So if folks tell you I'm a chay, 

Dran glauben sollst du nit — 
But gome und zee me any day 

Und trink' ein Glaeschen mit. 




PROF. B. WEIS. 



Who doesn't know this German face 

And whiskers mutton-choppish, 
Attractive, but without a trace 

Of affectation foppish? 
Their owner in this town maintains 

A prominent position ; 
The ear he charms with beauteous strains, 

For he's the boss musician. 



In street parades they proudly march. 

Dressed up in outfits splendid, 
And at their head, as stiff as starch, 

His Jags, with cheeks distended, 
A B cornet like sixty blows ; 

High sentiments inspire him ; 
All eyes are fixed on him, he knows, 

And all who see, admire him. 



He leads a military band, 

A famous aggregation, 
Whose music meets on every hand 

With glowing approbation. 
Cornets and altos, big trombones, 

Bass horns and drums that clatter, 
Unite in deftly blended tones 

Sweet harmonies to scatter. 



Sometimes the band shifts off to strings, 

Orchestrally combining, 
Our hero then the baton slings 

And shows his talents shining. 
Applause on every side rings out, 

And great is his elation, 
For, 'tis agreed, without a doubt, 

He knocks out all creation. 



( J 33) 




Loyal, staunch and true as steel (e) 
Is this party prepossessing, 
In his countenance expressing 
That he owns a conscience clear. 
Who he is we won't reveal, 

Though his likeness goes a great way 
To identify him straightway 
As a city bank cashier. 

From the bottom to the top 

He has made his way in banking, 
His associates out- ranking 
In position year by year, 
And his progress naught could stop, 

For it pleased him well' to shoulder 
All the cares of a. freeholder 
And a city bank cashier. 



With suavity immense 

He receives 'em. It's amusing 
How, consenting or refusing, 
Still he makes himself appear 
To derive delight intense 

From the regular persistence 
Of the chaps who want assistance 
From the city bank cashier. 

He's a bachelor as yet 

And with triple-plated anguish 
Maidens numerously languish 
Who his home would like to cheer. 
But while thus he is beset, 

For his beauty and his siller 
Nothing of a lady-killer 
Is the city bank cashier. 



Folks with promissory notes 

Come, attracted like the needle 
To the pole, our man to wheedle 
And to whisper in his ear. 
Frisky chaps that sow wild oats, 
And run short of ready lucre, 
Seek to play financial euchre 
With the city bank cashier. 



Out of politics he stays, 

Though he's one of Chris's cousins, 
And inducements has by dozens 
Crafts political to steer. 
So you see the part he plays ■ 

Shows discretion unremitting, 
And a rule of life befitting 
Any city bank cashier. 



(i34) 



JOHN F. STEELE. 



A PROMINENT figure among Pittsburg financiers is John F. Steele, 
A •** cashier of the Freehold Bank on Fourth avenue. Mr. Steele was 
born and reared at Brady's Bend, Pa. When he was yet a lad, his family 
removed to the Fourteenth ward, Pittsburg, and there he attended the public 
schools until he reached the age of fifteen. He has been about fifteen years 
with the Freehold Bank, working his way up from the foot of the ladder to 
the. position of cashier, which he assumed in 1884. 

Mr. Steele is a bachelor, handsome and much sought after by the 
ladies ; but so far has been proof against temptation. He is wealthy, hav- 
ing accumulated a handsome fortune through judicious investments. He is 
of a courteous and obliging disposition, and his personal popularity has 
contributed more largely to the prosperity of the Freehold Bank than 
almost any other influence. He likes a good horse, and is often seen driv- 
ing a fast team on Forbes street. He is a cousin of C. L. Magee, but the 
relationship does not inspire him with political ambition, conservative appli- 
cation to business being an iron-clad rule with him, aside from such demands 
as society makes upon his time. As regards, tact, foresight and correct 
judgment in financial undertakings, Mr. Steele is justly regarded as having 
few superiors in local business circles. 

(i35) 




Have you ever thought, dear reader, 

When perchance an eye you cast 
On the pages of the Leader, 

With appreciation vast, 
What a quantity prodigious 

Of white paper we must use, 
As each day with zeal religious 

We keep grinding out the news? 



From the time of his beginning 

Right along his trade increased, 
And success he's had in winning 

Reputation in the east. 
And from towns on the Atlantic 

Big supplies he gets by freight, 
Which he sells in lots gigantic, 

Realizing profits great. 



By the mile it keeps a-running 

Through machinery immense, 
Which of scientific cunning 

Is a wondrous evidence. 
And the man who keeps supplying 

It as fast as we can print, 
May be mentioned, without lying, 

As the owner of a mint. 



At a national bank — the Second — 

His headquarters may be seen ; 
There by methods shrewdly reckoned 

He conducts his trade machine. 
And since coming here from Beaver — 

That's where first he saw the light — 
Enterprise has been the lever 

That has raised him "out of sight." 



His pictorial presentment 

Here we offer, and you'll trace 
An expression of contentment 

On his classic-looking face. 
His mustache is independent, 

Self-reliant is his nose, 
While integrity resplendent 

In his every feature glows. 



So hereafter, when perusing 

What the Leader has to say, 
The remembrance don't be losing 

Of what's told to you to-day. 
Recollect, the " little joker " 

Of this journal, we confess, 
Is the jolly paper-broker 

Who supplies our printing press. 



(136) 



J. F. McCAUGHTRY. 



JF. McCAUGHTRY, although his establishment in business dates only 
• from 1884, is to-day the most extensive dealer in paper in the city of 
Pittsburg, and the only broker selling paper by the car load. Mr. Mc- 
Caughtry was born in Beaver County 38 years ago, and early developed the 
keen commercial instinct which has since marked his undertakings. Since 
he came to Pittsburg his progress has been exceptionally rapid, the trade 
which he has built up being alike extensive and remunerative. He occupies 
a commodious office in the Second National Bank building, at the corner of 
Ninth and Liberty streets, where he carries on transactions in book and 
newspaper stock with New York, Philadelphia and Baltimore, besides com- 
manding a large local trade. He represents the two largest western manu- 
facturers of straw boards, friction and binder's board, and in print, book and 
manilla papers he represents the largest eastern manufacturers. Glass 
manufacturers' wrapping paper is one of his specialties. 

Mr. McCaughtry is endowed with all the characteristics that go to make 
a successful business man. He is far-seeing, energetic and industrious, and 
the embodiment of integrity in all his dealings. 

(!37) 




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When the judges in the license court with dignity 

decide 
As to who shall be the chosen ones and who shall 

be denied, 
Never a moment do they hesitate to grant the 

license boon 
To the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs the 

boss saloon. 

He's a County Galway thoroughbred — a Celt 

from tip to toe; 
Connemara's stamped upon him, though he left 

it years ago; 
A visage beaming brightly as the sun that shines 

at noon 
Marks the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs 

the boss saloon. 

Thirty years ago petroleum producing was his trade ; 
He kept dodging round the oil wells, and full 

many a spec he made; 
Cash returns were quick and hefty, but were used 

up mighty soon 
By the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs the 

boss saloon. 

'Twas when Bradford was the centre of his oper- 
ations vast 

That in Pittsburg he appeared and with high- 
rolling folks was classed; 

Into favor here instanter, like a dashing big dragoon, 

Charged the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs 
the boss saloon. 

He was cheek by jowl with Dan O'Day and other 

chaps like that; 
His heart was always open and his wallet always fat ; 

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So his Pittsburg friends enticed him here— they 

sang* a siren's tune 
To the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs the 

boss saloon. 

Here he came, in fine, and settled down, invest- 
ing wealth profuse 

In a hostelry the like of which the town could 
not produce. 

" It's finer than the red, red rose that's newly 
sprung in June," 

Said the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs 
the boss saloon. 

But with this he wasn't satisfied, although pre- 
eminent, 

Three hundred thousand dollars in a new lay-out 
he spent, 

And his patrons were invited at the opening to reune 

By the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs the 
boss saloon. 

To'the new Aladdin's palace full of wonderment 

they came, 
Statesmen, business men and editors, and others 

known to fame; 
They ate and drank and speechified till fain with 

pride to swoon 
Was the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs 

the boss saloon. 

When historians in time to come record the marvels 

great 
That have been elaborated in this section of the State, 
First of all they'llput the monument artistically hewn 
By the bluff Fifth avenue Irishman that runs the 

boss saloon. 

3§) 



JOHN NEWELL. 



U TM.CILE PRINCEPS" in the cafe and restaurant business in the west- 
-*- ern part of Pennsylvania is John Newell, owner and proprietor of 
the magnificent establishment on Fifth Avenue below Smithfield Street. 
Mr. Newell is a native of County Galway, Ireland, and came to this country 
when he was eight years old. His family settled in Boston, and remained 
there until 1861, when his father, Anthony Newell, moved to Titusville. 
There John Newell entered the oil trade, and he has dealt in oil almost con- 
tinuously ever since. He was located for many years in the Bradford terri- 
tory, and during his operations in that section spent most of his time in 
Pittsburg. 

In 1 89 1, Mr. Newell bought the property at No. 99 Fifth Avenue, and 
in March of the present year (1892) opened up a cafe which good author- 
ities pronounce the finest in the world. It seats 400 people, and more than 
one thousand meals are served daily. The building and furnishment cost 
$300,000. 

John Newell has always been accustomed to invest on a large scale. 
When he obtained his first start in the oil- business he made money rapidly. 
The loss of $40,000 in a single day knocked the ground from under his 
feet, but he recovered himself, and since that time has prospered steadily. 
His friends and acquaintances are numbered by tens of thousands, and 
among them are the most substantial people of Allegheny County. 

( l 39) 




What personage pre-eminent, 

In whom both pomp and power are 

Does this engraving represent ? — 

Some folks may want to know. 
An emperor, maybe, or a king, 
With countless minions on a string? 
Oh, no ; his Jags is no such thing, 

Though looking largely so. 

A plainer sphere in life he fills, 
Relieving common people's ills 
With nauseous draughts and odious 

As laid down in the books. 
Yet, though this plain " profesh " he 
His aspirations reach the skies, 
And in his planning he's as wise 

And wily as he looks. 

Time was, when in a minor " sit," 
The radiance of his genius lit 
The workings of a madhouse, fit 
To make the angels weep. 



Some day he'd surely fill, he thought, 
blent, The boss's shoes, but all for naught ; 
The job a hated rival caught, 
Whereat his wrath was deep. 



His failure in this little deal 
Induced him next to make appeal 
To have the paupers imbecile 

In quarters new installed. 
Assemblymen vouchsafed the boon ; 
The Governor will confirm it soon, 
And changed will be our hero's tune- 
To boss it he'll be called. 



pills, 
plies, 



He is a Democrat, you see, 
And surgeon to the N. G. P. ; 
Thereon he rests his present plea — 

What more could people ask? 
Besides, for Mayor the dark horse plan 
He's often tried, and so our man 
May cheerfully the future scan — 
In fortune's smile he'll bask. 
(140) 



C. CHASE WILEY, M. D. 



A PLACE of honor on the roll of medical practitioners in Allegheny 
County is occupied by the name of Dr. C. C. Wiley, who is also 
prominent in military and political circles. Dr. Wiley was born at Peach 
Bottom, York County, Pa., March 22, 1853, of distinguished ancestry. His 
grandfather, J. D. Wiley, was an officer in the war of 1 812, and received the 
award of a land warrant for meritorious services. Dr. Wiley was reared and 
worked on a farm. He carried mail and drove a stage between York and 
Peach Bottom, and afterwards clerked in a country store. He was educated 
in the common schools and in a select school at Bangor, Pa., and also at- 
tended the York High School and York County Academy, after his father, 
having been elected sheriff of York County, moved to the county seat. 

Dr. Wiley read medicine with his uncle, Dr. N. B. Bryans, and Dr. Mc- 
Kennon, physician in charge of York City Hospital, where he studied ner- 
vous diseases and insanity. He also attended the College of Physicians and 
Surgeons at Baltimore, Md., where he took the degree of M. D. in 1875. 
During his studies he was connected with the College of Maternity hospitals. 
In July, 1877, he was appointed assistant superintendent of Dixmont Hos- 
pital for the insane. In 1883 he resigned to engage in general practice, and 
in the same year married Miss Kate McDonald, daughter of Captain J. V. 
McDonald, of Beaver, Pa., and located at Hazlewood. He was then ap- 
pointed surgeon to the B. & O. Railroad Association and to the Elba Iron 
Works. 

In July, 1877, Dr. Wiley was commissioned by the Governor as assist- 
ant surgeon of the Eighteenth regiment, N. G. P., with the rank of first 
lieutenant. In August, 1888, after passing the board of examiners, he was 
promoted and commissioned surgeon of the regiment, with the rank of major. 

Dr. Wiley is a member of the Allegheny County Medical Association, 
of the Pittsburg Gynecological Society, of the National Association for the 
Prevention of Insanity and the Protection of the Insane, and of the Medico- 
Legal Association of New York. He is an ardent Democrat, and takes keen 
interest in the movements of his party. 

(MO 




Germany, why did you ever let slip 
This gentleman flip 
On an out-going ship ? 
You'd have done so much better his wing- 
lets to clip 
And keep him the Kaiser to serve ; 
For 'tis plain from his phiz that his intel- 
lect's vast, 
Striking people aghast 
With the science amassed 
In the days when his rivals at school he 
outclassed 
In industry, quickness and nerve. 

Tis a fact worth recording that when he 
came here 
From the country of beer 
And of dialects queer 
He was blest with such wonderful quick- 
ness of ear 
That he learnt our tongue in a trice ; 
And having performed this remarkable feat, 
A wculd-be complete 
Metropolitan sheet 
Took him on as reporter, and paid him a 
neat 
Little sal, and he proved worth the 
price. 



He turned into English the stories of 
Grimm, 
And articles trim 
With exceptional vim, 
And in excellent language, were ground 
out by him 
Who in Dutch was accustomed to think ; 
And by all those who knew of his work 
'twas agreed 
To be curious indeed 
That he'd ever succeed 
In producing aught else but what surely 
must lead 
To driving the public to drink. 

An electric high roller observing his skill 
Employed him to fill 
A job where the quill 
Comes in mighty handy — he's holding it 
still— 
'Tis to get up remarks for the press ; 
His salary's large, and he's prospering so 
That he's taken in tow 
For weal or for woe 
A helpmate from England, and thus does 
he show 
That there's nothing succeeds like suc- 
cess. 
42) 



ERNEST H. HEINRICHS. 



ERNEST H. HEINRICHS, the trained journalist who acts as advertising 
agent for the Westinghouse concerns, was born in Germany, April 3, 
1862. He studied at the public schools, the Real Schule, and the college 
at VVesel, and learned English at Reading, in Berkshire, England, where he 
served for a time as a tutor. He came to the United States in 1885, 
worked on the English- American in New York, and in 1886 came to Pitts- 
burg and became a reporter on the daily papers, holding at different times 
positions on the Commercial- Gazette and the Dispatch. His original stories 
and translations from the German in the columns of the latter journal gave 
him a wide reputation. At present he devotes his entire attention to the 
service of the Westinghouse concerns, and principally of the Westinghouse 
Electric Company. 

The Westinghouse Company, although little more than five years in 
existence, leads the world to-day in the manufacture of electrical machinery 
and apparatus, every variety of which is turned out at the company's work- 
shops. Over one thousand patents, covering the most valuable ideas in 
the electric art, are controlled by this concern. The Westinghouse Com- 
pany inaugurated the system of incandescent lighting known as the West- 
inghouse Alternating Current system, which is conceded to solve the prob- 
lem of cheap and convenient illumination, and rises permanently superior to 
competition. 

The success of the Westinghouse Company in other departments of 
the electrical industry is similarly remarkable. Notable instances are 
furnished in the manufacture of apparatus for arc lighting, for the long 
distance transmission of power, for stationary power plants, and for the 
electrical operation of railways. 

The apparatus for the long distance transmission of power is a great 
boon to mines, mills, and manufacturing plants, especially where fuel is 
scarce. 

The Westinghouse Company also provides the ideal system of electric 
rapid transit, represented by their generators and railway motors. The 
gearless motor, introduced by this company, is a triumph of mechanical 
science in point of combined simplicity and utility. Hundreds of rapid 
transit lines throughout the country use these appliances. 

The Company has three large factories located in Pittsburg, Newark, 
N. J., and New York City. 

(H3) 




If music has charms savage breasts to appease 

Then behold a philanthropist true, 
Who never omits the occasion to seize 
To give music, sweet music, its due. 

With countenance glowing 

And eloquence flowing, 
He'll prove in a logical way 

That the outlook most dire is 

Unless your desire is 
To buy a pianofortay. 

His first love was the law, and he studied awhile 

With no shortage of vigor and vim, 
But Blackstone he found was a rusty old file, 
And a vast deal too crooked for him. 

So from law-books he parted, 

And down-town he started 
As a dealer in instruments gay. 

'Mid his friends in he waded 

And many persuaded 
To buy a pianofortay. 

Having proved his ability, promptly he shook 

The partnership then by him held, 
And set up an establishment on his own hook 
Where his profits quite rapidly swelled. 
'Mid uprights and grands he 
Indulges his fancy, 



Pure musical taste to display; 

And with all sorts of graces, 

The people he braces 
To buy a pianofortay. 

Though his store is in Pittsburg, his home is 
abroad, 
In the neighboring burg he resides, 
There he sits in the Councils and looks to the 
rod 
That in pickle for ringsters abides. 
Into boodlers degraded 
He fearlessly waded 
And made them the penalty pay 

For their crimes; so they fear him 
And ne'er will come near him 
To buy a pianofortay. 

He was marshal-in-chief of the cause cf reform 

In May'r Kennedy's recent campaign, 
And 'tis whispered around that his loyalty warm 
To pure government is not in vain. 

Political boomers 

Are sending out rumors 
That as May'r he'll be chosen some day; 

Yet, however he's splurging, 

Folks still he'll be urging 
To buy a pianofortay. 

44) 



JOHN R. HENRICKS. 



THE Henricks Music Co. Ltd. is chartered under the laws of the State of 
Pennsylvania, and is composed of John R. Henricks, W. P. Hanna, 
Wm. E. Wheelock, Chas. B. Lawson, and Mark Porritt. 

This company is the largest music concern in Pennsylvania, and occu- 
pies the large store rooms and basement running from Fifth avenue to 
Virgin alley, covering 14,400 square feet. 

Mr. John R. Henricks, Chairman of the Company, was born in Alle- 
gheny City in 1853, and has resided there ever since, and has been in later 
years prominently identified in public affairs of the city. Mr. Henricks has 
been in the music business over twenty years, and has a thorough knowl- 
edge of its different branches. 

Mr. W. P. Hanna, the Secretary and Treasurer of the Company was 
born in New Castle, Pa., and after studying music some years, completed 
his studies at the Boston Conservatory of Music, and afterwards conducted 
a music store in Sharon, Pa. 

Messrs. William. E. Wheelock and Charles B. Lawson, Vice-Chairman 
and Manager, respectively, of the Henricks Music Co. Ltd., reside in New 
York, and are members of the Wheelock & Co., Lindeman & Sons, and 
Stuyvesant Piano Companies, which are ranked among the leading piano 
factories of the country. 

Mr. Mark Porritt, one of the Managers of the Company, is a native of 
England, and after studying music there, and under Monsieur Courras at 
the Paris Conservatory of Music, left the old for the new world, and estab- 
lished himself in Pittsburg about seven years ago. 

The leading makes of pianos and organs are handled by the Henricks 
Music Co. Ltd., including the celebrated Weber, Lindeman & Sons, Whee- 
lock & Co., and Stuyvesant pianos, and the renowned Farrand & Votey, 
Palace and Kimball organs. 

The business done covers the States of Pennsylvania, Ohio and West 
Virginia, and embraces the custom and endorsement of the best musicians 
and families in the different sections. 

A visit to the Henricks Music Co. Ltd. will be both instructive and 
enjoyable, as the utmost courtesy is extended to visitors as well as to 
customers. 

(i45) 




There is kindliness effulgent, 

Generosity indulgent, 
And good nature in the visage that depicted here 
you see, 

Which is why you'll scarce believe it, 

Or be able to conceive it, 
That a regulation undiluted /rig/nvayman is he. 



Now, perchance this observation 
May lose force on explanation, 
Since he isn't a Dick Turpin robbing people on a 
hoss; 
For instead of robbing stages 
And engaging in rampages, 
Of the highways and the sewers in the East End 
he's the boss, 



In the period exciting 

When the North and South were fighting, 
With enthusiasm boyish, on the telegraphic key 

For the North he operated, 

And his service culminated 
When he went with Old Tecumseh from At- 
lanta to the sea. 



Days of peace came on, and found him 
With a million wires around him, 
Supervising for the P. R. R. its lines of tele- 
graph; 



Then the city fathers hired him 
As an expert, and required him 
To control the fire alarm and boss the operative 
staff. 



He put in the Gamewell system; 
Little wonder that they missed him 
When he wandered to the eastward, filled with 
restlessness of soul; 
And that when at length returning 
To the friends that had been mourning, 
He got back his old position and his dear police 
patrol. 



Later on, by law exalted, 

Into pow'r and prestige vaulted 
Eddie Bigelow, and took our subject bodily along, 

Saying, " I'm the boss now, Sammy, 

And in consequence, why damme, 
You will be the East End highwayman, a theme 
for tale and song." 



Sammy took the place thus tendered, 

And has yeoman service rendered, 
Booming Highland Park and supervising labor 
on the street; 

Hence the natural confession 

That his choice of a profession 
As a highwayman eventuates in victory complete. 



46) 



SAMUEL T. PAISLEY. 



OAMUEL T. PAISLEY, Superintendent of the East End Department of 
Highways and Sewers, was born in the Fifteenth ward, Pittsburg", in 
May, 1846, and has been a resident of Pittsburg all his life, excepting a 
period of about three years. He graduated from the public schools and 
Central High School, and also attended Harvard University. On leaving 
Harvard in 1863, at the age of seventeen, he entered the service of the War 
Department as chief telegraph operator, in which capacity he continued for 
two years under Sherman, Burnside and Rosecrans. He was with Sherman 
in the famous march to the sea. 

Returning home in May, 1865, Mr. Paisley came through Washington 
with Sherman's "bummers," as they were called. On arriving in Pittsburg 
he became chief operator for the P. R. R., and had control of all the lines 
and operators between Pittsburg and Altoona. He left the employ of the 
Railroad Company to engage in the service of the City as Superintendent of 
the fire alarm and police telegraph. It was under his supervision that the 
Gamewell system was introduced, and his management of the work of con- 
struction elicited the highest commendations. After seven years' service in 
this position, Mr. Paisley went east to fill a position of similar character. On 
his return to Pittsburg three years later, he was reappointed Superintendent 
of the fire alarm, and held the place for a further term of three years, when 
he resigned to become Superintendent of the East End Highways Depart- 
ment, which place he now holds. 

Mr. Paisley also has the entire supervision of Highland Park, the en- 
largement and improvement of which are largely due to his untiring efforts. 
He has held unopposed the office of School Director in the Twentieth ward 
for six years. On the death of his mother eight years ago, he inherited 
about $75,000, and he is to-day one of the largest property owners in the 
East End. 

Mr. Paisley is a widower, and again in the market He says there is 
one period in his life which he would like to live over again — a period in 
which the helpful influence of his life-long friend, "Ed." Bigelow, and of 
Chris Magee, both of whom stuck to him through thick and thin, stood him 
in good stead. 

Mr. Paisley is an excellent official, whose value to the city commands 
constant recognition, He is firm in the enforcement of city ordinances, and 
enthusiastic in the work of street improvement. To his subordinates and 
the citizens who come in contact with him he is all kindness and considera- 
tion. He is a power in politics, a high-degree Mason, and while he does 
not profess to be a society man, enjoys the regard of an immense circle of 
friends. Modest, unassuming, and the soul of generosity, "Sam" Paisley 
thoroughly merits the place which he has won in public esteem. 

(147) 




"Affah musha, bedad, sure to know me is 
aisy, 
Just look at me phiz an' you're sure to 
catch on ; 
I'm a bould Irish boy, an', you bet, I'm a 
daisy 
Of min of me class there is only the 
wan. 



" Whin we hould our convintioris, there's 
always big shindies, 
But meself is the lad that knows how to 
preside ; 
I holler out, 'Boys, kindly rise up the 
windeys 
An' throw out the fellers that ain't on 
our side.' 



" I left the ould dart to get shut of the 
Saxon, 
An' now I have wealth, an' infiooence, 
begob ; 
I'm a Dimmycrat thrue— a disciple of 
Jackson, 
An' carry the vote of the ward in me 
fob. 



"Do I bolt? Why, of course, whin I find 
I ain't in it, 
I take a revenge that is betther than 
talk; 
Whativer the party attimpts I'm agin it, 
An' soon they find out who's the cock 
o' the walk. 



'•'At the primaries- — Och ! sure it's there 
I'm a la-la ; 
I know all the ropes, an' I work things 
to suit ; 
Whin I set up the pins, then I'd shtake 
me last dollar, 
They can't be pulled down by no kickin' 
galoot. 



"So in politics here I'm respected an' 
dhreaded ; 
I'm a bad man from Badville, me rivals 
declare ; 
An' I'm glad that they say so-— it keeps 
up me credit 
As a statesman with whom there ain't 
none to compare." 
8) 



PATRICK FOLEY. 



THERE are 'few Democrats in Penns)dvania as well known and none 
known better than Patrick Foley, the war horse of the Allegheny 
County Democracy. Mr. Foley was born in the city of Cork, Ireland, 
January 6, 1840, and emigrated in September, 1849, settling at Washington, 
Pa. He went to school until he was thirteen years old, when he commenced 
driving carts on the Hempfield Railroad. Later on he tried farming and 
brickmaking. In 1861 he married, and in 1863 came to West Pittsburg, 
now the Thirty-fourth ward, and worked as a blacksmith's helper. After- 
wards he worked as a puddler's helper in Singer, Nimick & Company's mill. 
At the end of 18 months a furnace was given him in Painter & Sons' mill, 
where he worked for many years. He became an active member of the 
United Sons of Vulcan, and attended three national conventions of the 
order. 

In 1870, Mr. Foley was made Superintendent of the puddling depart- 
ment of Painter's mill. He held this position until 1880, when he resigned 
to take charge of his large livery stable in the Thirty-sixth ward, and to 
engage in railroad contracting. 

Mr. Foley is a life-long Democrat, has been Chairman of the City Com- 
mittee for many years, and is never missing from the County and State con- 
ventions of his party. He is an admirable presiding officer, and no man 
knows better how to bring order out of chaos when warring factions come 
together in the convention hall. 

For five years he was a member of the West Pittsburg Council, and in 
1872, after consolidation, was elected to Pittsburg Common Council from 
the Thirty-fourth ward, serving nine years in that branch. He also served 
in Select Council, being elected from the Thirty-fourth and Thirty-sixth 
wards respectively. He was a member of the Riverside School Board for 
twelve years, during ten of which he acted as President of that body, and 
it was largely through his efforts that the fine school-house in the Riverside 
district was secured. 

Mr. Foley is now a member of the World's Fair Commission from 
Pennsylvania, and stands in high repute with the Pattison administration. 

His history exemplifies throughout the triumph of natural intelligence, 
fixity of purpose, patient industry, and an instinctive capacity for perceiv- 
ing and seizing opportunities of self-advancement, over the disadvantages 
which beset a man whose start in the world is made at the foot of the 
ladder. 

(H9) 




In the classic shades of Bloomfield, nigh to Jus- Next came Secretary Harrrty, with places to allot, 



tice Leslie's ward, 
There lives a fighting Democrat, who's held in 

high regard; 
Our artist here has done him up with intent to 

reveal, 
In black and white, the man who used to boss 

the jury wheel. 

His experience in politics isn't lengthy, but, oh 

my ! 
Something's always sure to drop whene'er you 

hear his battle cry; 
Other workers may be elegant in a dicker or a deal, 



And offered our man a clerkship, which he gob- 
bled on the spot. 

Thus a double set of jobs he held, but still was. 
proud to feel 

That none could swipe the man who used to boss 
the jury wheel. 

When for State Convention Delegate he ran, not 

long ago, 
The Brennen crowd opposed him, and they 

thought he had no show; 
But, bless your heart ! 'Twas ludicrous to hear the 

ringsters squeal 



But there's none of 'em downs the man that used When lambasted by the man who used to boss 

to boss the jury .wheel. * the jury wheel. 

Twas in '89, or thereabouts, he made his maiden In selecting decent jurors, he was never known to 

fight, fail, 

To secure the jury commissionership and reach a Though the old " Com. Gaz." and Larkin cooked 

lofty height, up quite another tale; 

And the blood of the chaps who tackled him then Whereon of condemnation stern Judge Ewing set 

must even now congeal, the seal, 

When they think about the man who used to boss While he eulogized the man who used to boss the 

the jury wheel. jury wheel. 

He was first to start the local boom for Pattison's Just one weakness has our hero, which is really 

second term, mighty odd, 

And it filled his heart with joy to make the Wal- He looks up to Mr. Harrity as a sort of demi- 

lace boomers squirm; god, 

The Governor, when elected, thanked him kindly But the populace makes light of that, and seeks 

for his zeal, not to conceal 

Quite delighted with the man who used to boss Its affection for the man who used to boss the 

the jury wheel. jury wheel. 

(I50) 



JOHN W. JILES. 



COINCIDENT with the accession of Hon. William F. Harrity to the lead- 
^ ership of the Pennsylvania Democracy has been the rise of John W. 
Jiles from the status of a local politician of moderate prominence to that of 
a recognized representative of Allegheny County in State politics. Mr. 
Jiles was born in what is now the Sixteenth ward, Pittsburg, in 1863. After 
completing a common school education, he engaged with his father in the 
sand business, and continued at that occupation for several years. In 1887 
Mr. Jiles entered politics, taking an active part in the mayoralty fight. He 
was elected a State Delegate in 1888, and carried the Lawrenceville wards 
almost unanimously. In the same year he was elected to the State Com- 
mittee, and also to the office of Jury Commissioner. He still retains his 
membership as a State Committeeman. In 1890 Mr. Jiles signalized him- 
self as a Pattison enthusiast, and took to Scranton 15 delegates in the 
interest of our present Governor. On the installation of the Democratic 
administration, in 1891, he was appointed Assistant Corporation Clerk 
under Secretary Harrity, which position he now occupies. 

In January, 1892, Mr. Jiles was a candidate for re-election to the State 
Committee. All the local leaders, with the exception of Pat Foley, antago- 
nized him, and his opponents even went the length of endeavoring to dam- 
age his official reputation. In the face of these discouraging circumstances, 
Mr. Harrity's lieutenant won a splendid victory. To no other Democrat in 
the county have honorable triumphs come as easily as to John W. Jiles. 

(15O 




If of high official dignity the acme you would 

see, 
Here's its counterfeit presentment just as like as 
like can be, 
With his chest so wide expanding 
And his optic so commanding, 
Never had a king or kaiser such a royal look as 
he. 
He's a thorough Anglo-Saxon, 
Who will freely use the ax on 
Shallow chumps who give him trouble with their 
kicking and their tiffs; 
But, you'll find, for no amount he 
Would go back upon the county 
Which employs him to hold sessions over acci- 
dental stiffs. 



When the art of nabbing criminals he thought 

he had acquired 
With ambition to excel as a fly copper he was 
fired ; 
Then an agency he got up, 
Which in rapid order shot up 
To the pinnacle of fame, and still is everywhere 
admired. 
But this feat did not content him, 
He was after more per centum 
On the value of his influence, aird hence he made 
the run 
On the legislative ticket, 
But the opposition wicked 
Knocked him out of the " posish " by a majority 
of one. 



He's a native-born Fourth warder, and is always 

done up brown 
By the boys who run elections in that section of 
the town. 
"Arrah now," they'll say, "just tell us 
What you're wantin' from us fellers, 
And we'll see to it that no one is allowed to turn 
you clown." 
With these forces to support him, 
City bosses have to court him, 
And to let him in the running of things local 
have a part, 
Great has been his luck in winning 
Such a pull, for his beginning 
Wasn't much — as " Barney's " constable in life he 
got a start. 

(*s 



Bitter, bitter were the tears he shed, and then he 

went to Chris, 
Who said to him " Cheer up, dear heart, and I'll 
attend to this; 
If there's nothing else, why, damme, 
You can size up bodies clammy, 
And the sal's enough to raise you to the seventh 
heaven of bliss." 
All was settled in a minute 
And our subject was right in it, 
With his deputies the county he has numerously 
socked, 
And, although a pompous noodle 
Has cut short the flow of boodle, 
Yet we honestly can say that the persimmon he 
has knocked. 

O 



heber Mcdowell. 



TEBER MCDOWELL, the popular and efficient Coroner of Allegheny 
-*--*■ County, was born in the First Ward, Allegheny, October 29, 1854, 
and is a son of William and Margaret McDowell. He was educated at the 
First ward public schools of Allegheny, and at the Iron City College. His 
first entry into business life was as a messenger boy in the employ of the 
Western Union Telegraph Company, and he afterwards occupied a similar 
position in the freight department of the C. & P. R. R. Later on he went 
into the express business with the Merchants' Express Company. Having 
considerable political strength in the Fourth ward, he became a candidate 
for Constable and was elected easily. His association with Magistrate Mc- 
Kenna increased his influence, and helped to place him fairly in line for the 
preferment which afterwards came to him. 

For some time Mr. McDowell conducted a detective agency with con- 
siderable success. On January 7, 1887, he was elected Coroner, and has 
occupied that position ever since. He has been a model official, and the 
Coroner's office under his management has become a very different institu- 
tion from what it was under the old lax order of things. A complete sys- 
tem of records and provision for identification has been established, and 
the Coroner has been making strenuous efforts to secure legislation enabling 
the establishment of a public morgue. 

Ci53) 




CAPTAIN ALEXANDER WISHART. 



Now Pittsburg opens wide her gates, 
For lo, the red-nosed delegates 
Are flocking in from all the States ; 

They make a solemn show. 
A godly and a zealous throng 
Of folks who never can go wrong, 
Because, you see, they all belong 

Unto the L. & O. 



Each crank in turn will work his jaws, 
And win unlimited applause, 
By cracking up the old blue laws 

With sanguinary zest. 
Soda, cigars, and milk-shakes, too, 
They'll pledge themselves to fight anew, 
While street cars must be lost to view 

Upon the day of rest. 



Behold the saintly Pittsburg clan, 
With Blowhard Wishart in the van, 
A lantern- visaged, four-eyed man — 

Above you see his phiz. 
Arrived in the convention hall, 
Wishart will open up the ball, 
And tell, with his accustomed gall, 

How great a chap he is. 



No wonder that these fellows boast, 
For far and near they rule the roost ; 
Of stupid laws they make the most 

With arrogant pretense. 
Take courage, though, for there's no doubt 
The blue laws yet will peter out, 
And crankdom will be put to rout 

By solid common sense. 
(154) 




JOS. G1TTINGS. 



Here's a dumpy little chappie 
With a countenance quite happy, 

On his merry face you'd never see a 
frown, 
And his brains, it may be stated, 
In his fingers are located — 

He's the boss piano-player of the town. 



In a concert or recital 

He can clearly prove his title 
To a place among the elect in his line. 

With his spike-tail coat and glove- 
lets, 

Snowy white as wings of dovelets, 
The appearance he presents is superfine. 



In the small hours of the morning, 
The seductive pillow scorning, 
Up he jumps and grinds out classics by 
the yard. 
When the midnight hour is sounding 
Still the ivories he's pounding 
' Till the neighbors wish he'd go gehenna- 
ward. 



Thus by pounding unabated 
He has wealth accumulated, 
And his name and fame have traveled far 
and near. 
If you're any sort of guesser 
You'll catch on to the professor 
For we've tried to give you just the proper 
steer. 



(^55) 




The solemn look engraven 
On this visage cleanly shaven 
Is suggestive of a preacher with the vir- 
tues of a saint ; 
But we tell you, in all candor, 
Off the track you will meander 
If you take him for a clergyman. Oh, no ! 
not much he ain't. 



In this mood he cleared his stable, 
Introduced the grip and cable, 
Which made luxury of travel, and soon 
caught the public taste. 
Rivals didn't dare to scoff at 
The idea, but to profit 
By so useful an example ev'ry one of 
them made haste. 



In his youth he was the greenest 
Kind of modest young machinist, 
Though he'd lots of grit and muscle, and 
could always push his way. 
And though all with him was hunky, 
While with tools he had to monkey, 
He was shrewd enough for higher things 
his little plans to lay. 



Nowadays this lallycooler 
Is the rich and potent ruler 
Of a score or more of railroads by a syn- 
dicate controlled. 
Out in Lawrenceville he's solid, 
By the voters he is followed, 
And in Lawrencevillian politics can knock 
the ringsters cold. 



Very simple is the story 
Of his rise to wealth and glory ; 
'Twas at supervising horse-cars that his 
first success he made. 
But the hybrid kind of stock he 
Had on hand turned out so rocky' 
That he looked around for something to 
cast horse-cars in the shade. 



Is there any one can blame him, 
If for May'r he lets 'em name him ? 
He's a joker from away back, and he 
loves to start a row. 
Yet, they say, despite his funning, 
That some day he will be gunning 
For the mastery at City Hall, and to get 
there he knows how. 



(15O 



MURRAY VERNER. 



OUITE a large niche in that part of the temple of fame which belongs to 
the city of Pittsburg is filled by the stalwart figure of Murray Verner, 
street railway magnate and all-round capitalist. Mr. Verner is an athlete, 
and comes of athletic stock, and to that circumstance, perhaps, is attribut- 
able the straight-out-from-the-shoulder fashion in which he has worked his 
way along the road to fortune, until now, at the age of 38 years, he finds 
himself at the goal. He was born and reared in Pittsburg, and made his 
start in the world in this city. In 1874 he was appointed clerk in the re- 
ceiver's office of the Citizens' Passenger Railway. In 1876 he became Su- 
perintendent of the line, and remained in that position until 1890, when he 
resigned, to accept the position of General Manager for the Pittsburg and 
Birmingham Traction Company. While the ..Birmingham line was being 
altered to a traction road, Mr. Verner served as General Manager for the 
Rochester, N. Y., street railway syndicate, and also as Manager and Vice- 
President of the Buffalo, N. Y., street railway system. On the completion 
of the Birmingham Traction Road he was made its President. 

Murray Verner possesses great strength in city politics, although he 
seldom chooses to exercise it. He has been frequently mentioned for 
Mayor on the Republican ticket, and would have little difficulty in being 
elected if he consented to become a candidate. He is married, and is the 
father of a family of the brightest children in Allegheny County. Mr. Ver- 
ner resides on Penn Avenue, East End, and is the owner of an entire resi- 
dence block in that section. 

(*57) 




The managing editor— yes, this is he, 

A wiry and brisk-looking chap, 
Who resembles Doc. Watts's exemplary 
bee, 
Which forever had business on tap. 
Day and night he keeps striving, 
Inventing, contriving, 
Slick schemes other journals to beat, 
For his paper discloses 
A mania to pose as 
A "great metropolitan sheet." 

He's a Celt by descent and by birth a 
Kanuck, 
So has earmarks of both hemispheres ; 
From home he was driven, blaspheming 
his luck, 
By the influx of Yankee cashiers. 
'Twas really alarming 
How bankers kept swarming 
Across when they'd been indiscreet. 
So he came here a-chasin', 
And worked at a case on 
The "great metropolitan sheet." 

(i 



He went on sticking type till he finally 
caught 
The boss editorial eye, 
And was given a tip that in future he ought 
His hand at reporting to try. 
This he did with such glory 
'Twas not long before he 
Slid into the city "ed's " seat, 
And with vigor uncommon 
Made things fairly hum on 
The "great metropolitan sheet." 

One day quoth the Chief, " Now confound 
the expense, 
You shall be our right bower from date, 
Though in moulding opinion we sit on the 
fence, 
We want to be otherwise straight." 
His heart this did gladden, 
Though 'twould, by George, madden 
An average hustler to meet 
All the trials of temper 
And deadweights that hamper 
The "great metropolitan sheet." 
53) 



GEORGE A. MADDEN. 



A/TUCH of the credit for the elevation of the Pittsburg Dispatch to its 
1V1 present place in the front rank of American journalism belongs to the 
managing editor, George Albert Madden, who, as an all-round newspaper 
man, familiar with the details of his profession from Alpha to Omega, has 
not a superior in the state. 

Mr. Madden was born December 13, 1850, at Newburg, Ont, Canada. 
His father was a Canadian and his mother a Frenchwoman, of the Thibeau- 
deau family, one of the oldest in Lower Canada. While attending school he 
surreptitiously spent most of his time in a printing office. His penchant 
for the business finally led to his securing parental consent to his learning 
it. At the early age of sixteen he had mastered the art preservative. After 
graduating as a "jour," he worked at cases in Toronto. Then he crossed 
the line to Buffalo, and in the winter of 1870, he came to Pittsburg and 
secured cases on The Paper. When this journal died of inanition, Mr. 
Madden went to the Dispatch composing room. He held "ad" cases there 
for a couple of years, and also served as assistant foreman. From the com- 
posing room he was called down to edit telegraph and do local. Finally he 
accepted a position on the local staff under the late Neil Shaw. After a year 
under Mr. Shaw, he went to the Commercial Gazette and worked a year on the 
focal staff of that paper under "Judge" Ramsay. He then returned to the 
Dispatch and took charge of the telegraph desk. When the Times changed 
hands he was associated with Messrs. Welshons and Seif in its reorganization. 
After a few months with the Times, he again returned to the Dispatch and 
succeeded Mr. Shaw as managing editor. It was in 1885 that Mr. Madden 
assumed this responsible position, and from that time up to the present he 
has never relaxed his energies in the endeavor to keep the Dispatch in the 
.van of the newspaper procession. To the versatility of talent essential in his 
position he adds a capacity for genuine hard work that is simply amazing. 
Friends have held up a warning finger, and George Madden's break-down 
has been ominously predicted a hundred times over ; but still the busy 
editor keeps up his daily sacrifice on the altar of progress without the slight- 
est depreciation of results. 

Mr. Madden's tastes, out of business hours, are domestic. He is 
married and the head of an interesting household. 

(159) 




You may talk about your jurists intellectually 
hunky, 
Whose solemnity and dignity the county bench 
invest 
With a character of sanctity wherewith none 
dares to monkey, 
And which seems to come expressly from the 
regions of the blest. 
You may talk of saintly Porter, with his Tim 
O'Leary label, 
And of Saints McClung and Kennedy, whom 
Chris put on the slate, 
But you won't convince the people that these 
paragons are able 
To lay over him that's shown above — the 
Straight-out candidate. 



On his genial personality no need there is of 
dwelling; 
Who that ever ran across him don't appreciate 
his worth? 
Though he's dignified, there's nothing that is 
freezing or repelling 
In the way in which his right to be respected 
is set forth. 
But he sticks to it that self-respect in men who 
would be judges • 

Don't require that they should strut around in 
arbitrary state, 
And be placed in nomination by the very worst 
of dodges — 
No such monkey work is needed by the Straight- 
out candidate. 



Far and wide throughout the county people know 
his visage smiling; 
No pretense he makes of being too exalted to 
submit 
To the judgment of the voters, which, as being 
too defiling, 
To be exercised on Chris's men the gang would 
not permit. 
No; our man is not afraid to face the dictum of 
his party, 
And to scout the claims of Chris and Flinn the 
bench to dominate; 
And the citizens, because of this, extend a greet- 
ing hearty 
To that royal, staunch Republican — the Straight- 
out candidate. 

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Is he qualified? None better; he's been through 
the mill already; 
When Judge Sterrett was promoted, then " Old 
Straight-out " took his place, 
And with judgment always cautious and a solid 
nerve and steady, 
He showed that he could wrestle with the very 
toughest case. 
But the ring was not in love with him, nor liked 
his way of ruling, 
And that's the reason why they took to knifing 
him of late; 
But they're finding out at present that the voters 
aren't fooling, 
And that victory is certain for the Straight-out 
candidate. 



60) 



CHARLES S. FETTERMAN. 



PX-JUDGE FETTERMAN is famous in the dual capacity of a skilled 
i-' jurist and an apostle of stalwart Republican doctrine. He was born 
in Beaver County in 1841, and moved to Allegheny County with his parents 
when he was eight years old. He was educated in the common schools on 
the South Side, and later took an academical course. In 1864 he was ad- 
mitted to the bar, and a year later commenced the practice of law. His 
success was immediate, and the rapidity of his professional advancement is 
often cited as an instance of what intellectual force seconded with indom- 
itable industry and enterprise can accomplish. 

On the occasion of Judge Sterrett's appointment by Governor Hart- 
ranft to succeed judge Williams on the Supreme Bench, Mr. Fetterman was 
appointed to fill the vacancy. His record on the bench was unexception- 
able. He was notably impartial; his rulings were models of clearness and 
accuracy, and the Supreme Court never found it needful to reverse his de- 
cisions. 

In June, 1891, when the Republican County Committee assumed, con- 
trary to party rule, the responsibility of accepting the Governor's appointees 
to the bench of the new Court of Common Pleas No. 3, as Republican 
nominees, and thus undertook to pool issues with the Democrats, Judge 
Fetterman became a "Straight-out" Republican candidate for the bench, 
and, in spite of the opposition of both party machines, polled over 20,000 
votes. 

The family of Judge Fetterman has been knov/n in Allegheny County 
for three-quarters of a century, and is among the oldest in the State, dating 
back to 1750. His uncle, W. W. Fetterman, was admitted to the bar in 
1822. His father was admitted in 1825, and afterwards went to Bedford 
County, whence he was sent to the Legislature in 1827 and 1828. During 
that time he introduced the first common school law in Pennsylvania. 
Jonathan Plummer, the greatgrandfather of Judge Fetterman, came to 
America in 1750. He was Commissary to General Braddock in 1755, ac- 
companied General Forbes when he took possession of Fort Duquesne in 
1758, and remained in Fort Pitt under Colonel Bouquet until 1761. He 
then retired to private life. 

Judge Fetterman's first vote was cast for Abraham Lincoln, and he has 
ever since been an unswerving Republican. 

(161) 




ANDREW MORROW. 



Talk of thoroughbred conductors-— why, we'd like All think the world of Andy, and the happy mo- 
ment bless 
When he took the supervision of the Beaver 
Falls express. 

In the evening, just at 5 o'clock, from town he 
starts away, 

And 'tis then the ladies — bless their hearts — at- 
tired in garments gay, 

Come thronging into Andy's train, and force him 
to confess 



to bet a V, 
That there's not another living like the one that 

here you see; 
Who he is, it's very easy from the cut of him to 

guess, 
'Tis the well-beloved " Andy," of the Beaver Falls 

express. 

Ever since the line was started- — forty years ago 

or more — 
In the role of ticket-taker he's been always to the That heaven is not a marker to the Beaver Falls 

fore, express. 

But his being antiquated doesn't lessen his Sue* 

cess ..... Now since Andy's such a worthy lad, his bosses 
As the plenipotential ruler of the Beaver Falls often thought 

express. That to take a through express and bigger salary 

he ought; 

That's the train they call the " gill-edged," since But at Beaver Falls he's got a wife and children, 

it's patronized by swells; whose distress 

In its complement of wealthy folks it certainly Would be keen if he played traitor to the Beaver 



excels. 
Morn and evening the observer the conviction 

can't suppress 
That aristocrats are plenty on the Beaver Falls 

express. 



Falls express. 



So here's looking at you, Andy, here's your health 

in ticket punch, 
You're worth as much as any six conductors in a 

bunch ; 
The banker and the broker, whose finances are And hence, we say, a man will miss one-half his 



immense, 
The merchant who in dollars and cents has 
reached pre-eminence, 



life, unless 

He goes in for daily travel on the Beaver Falls 
express. 



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WILLIAM J. BRENNEN. 



Here's a bluff Irishman, fond of publicity ; For Auditor General next he came out, 
Thirsting for fame is his great eccentricity. But the measly Republicans put him to rout. 
'Mid Democrats here he's an eminent 

man * 

And he runs for an office whenever he 

can. 



After the State had thus rudely rejected 

him, 
Democrats here as their chairman elected 

him. 
Once more ambition his heart did consume, 
And he started a lively Congressional boom. 



One time he worked in a mill horny- 

handedly, 
But, as he said to his friends very candidly, 

Nature had blessed him with quickness of Speeches he ground out which made the 

jaw, boys rally up, 

So he gave up perspiring and took to the Hired a brass band which played like a 

law. calliope ; 

Went through the town with his musical 

Great was the hit he made as a barrister, mokes, 

Justice shed tears for the way that he Who furnished rich matter for newspaper 

harassed her, jokes. 
Clients poured in on him ; shekels the 

same, Sad was his fate, though the Democrats 

And the country-side speedily rang with stuck to him, 

his name. Musical mokes had brought little luck to 

him. 

Statesmanship now took his time up ex- Knocked out he was; but he said, "Though 

clusively, I'm beat, 

Phantoms he chased, which dodged him The next time I run I'll get there with both 

elusively, feet." 

(163) 




Take off your hats, 

Ye Democrats, 
And make your bow respectfully 

To your local head, 

Who can't be said 
To discharge his trust neglectfully. 
His royal figure above is shown, 
There isn't much fat, but lots of bone ; 

He rules with hand 

Of iron, and 
He's proud to be on a Jacksonian throne. 



In Councils he 

Opposed Magee 
And ring exploits antagonized ; 

By boss controj 

His heart and soul 
Full many a time were agonized. 
When votes around him went for sale, 
To score the ring he never would fail, 

And, spite of jeers, 

Rebuffs and sneers, 
From many a job he rent the veil. 



Not very far 

From Dwyer's bar 
In the Eighteenth ward he flourishes. 

In Hatfield's groves 

He sometimes roves, 
And dreams ambitious nourishes. 
He was called to the bar- — not Dwyer's, 

you know, 
But another one just as full of woe, 

And so did shine 

In the legal line, 
That to Councils atlast he was chosen to go. 



'Twas very plain 

In the last campaign 
That he'd mastered the wild, unholy 
gang, 

Who won't unite, 

But always fight — 
The O'Learyites and the Foley gang. 
For Pattison every mother's son 
Turned in, and thus was victory won, 

And so with pride 

He's glorified 
As a worker that yanks the political bun. 
64) 



HENRY T. WATSON. 



A S a representative of the best type of Democracy, as well as a success- 
J ~ *- ful attorney, H. T. Watson enjoys a wide reputation. He was born in 
Armstrong County in 1850, of an old and well-known family. His great- 
grandfather was one of the three people who first settled in Apollo, and his 
uncle was Sheriff of the county. At the age of sixteen he moved to 
Westmoreland County, where he worked on a farm. After he had taken a 
thorough course at Mt. Union College, he went to the oil country near 
St. Petersburg, and remained there three years, during which period he 
earned the money which supported him while preparing for the legal pro- 
fession. Mr. Watson then came to Pittsburg and read law with John F. 
Edmundson. He was admitted to the bar in 1881, and engaged at once in 
active practice. At the same time he rose into prominence in Democratic 
politics. He served eight years as Select Councilman from the Eighteenth 
ward, retiring at the end of that time of his own volition. For two years 
he was Chairman of the Democratic County Committee, and acquitted 
himself ably in that position. He is now out of politics, and devotes him- 
self entirely to his law practice, which is extensive and yields him a hand- 
some income. 

(165) 




In this youth, so gay and dashing, 
With an eye like sunlight flashing, 

And the air of 

One whose share of 
Worldly goods is nowise slight, 
You perceive the highest order 
Of refined Eleventh warder. 

Quick and ready, 

Slick and steady, 
And distinctly "out of sight." 

His patronymic is euphonic, 
For his parents are Teutonic. 
Round they shifted, 
Here they drifted, 
Long before this chap was born. 
Wealth they were not slow in gaining, 
And they gave the youth a training 
Literary, 
So that nary 
One his gifts could treat with scorn. 

When his college days were ended, 
He secured an opening splendid 

With his father, 

Who would rather 
That in bus'ness he should shine. 



(166) 



They with capital extensive, 
And connection comprehensive, 

In full feather 

Worked together 
In the wholesale liquor line. 

Right away the junior partner 
Found that trade was no disheart'ner. 

Custom precious 

In the meshes 
Of his drag-net soon was won. 
Ever since he's hit it neatly, 
Downing rivalry completely, 

Like historic 

King-pin Warwick, 
With the whiskey of Pike's Run. 

Oft in politics he dabbles, 
Though averse to petty squabbles, 

And he'll labor 

For a neighbor 
Out of friendship day and night. 
But preferment he'll not hear of, 
And entanglements keeps clear of, 

So that fairly 

Judged and squarely, 
He is strictly "out of sight." 



FRED. MUGELE. 



T^RED. MUGELE was born in the First ward, Pittsburg, in September, 
*■ 1859. His parents came from Germany in 1853, and have ever since 
been residents of Pittsburg. Fred. Mugele began his education in the 
First ward public schools, and finished in the Western University. In 1881 
he started in the wholesale liquor business in the Eleventh ward, and in the 
same year formed a partnership with his father, which is still in existence. 
In 1888 the firm began buying Pike Run whiskey, and in one lot secured 
500 barrels in bond, lying in Bremen, Germany. On this transaction the 
firm cleared several thousand dollars, and the reputation then acquired for 
their stock was practically the foundation of the present prosperity of the 
Messrs. Mugele. Fred. Mugele takes considerable interest in Eleventh 
ward politics on the Republican side. He is noted for rendering valuable 
assistance to such of his friends as entertain political aspirations, but he has 
never run for office himself. 

The establishment of the Mugele firm is located at the corner of Fifth 
Avenue and Dinwiddie street. 

(167) 




Sturdy is the builder, aye, and staunch, 

Mighty staunch, 
With an iron cheek that's never known to blanch, 

Not a blanch, 
He can hustle, hustle, hustle, 

From the morning till the night, 
While his indurated muscle, 
Stands the constant strain and tussle, 

With such ease that he is quite 
Out of sight, sight, sight, sight, sight, sight, 
sight, 
As a hustler he is truly out of sight. 

On the river first he started when a boy, 

Cabin boy, 
And he studied how to yell out, " Ship, ahoy ! 

Heave ahoy ! " 
Then went rising, rising, rising, 

Till a pilot he became, 
And a captain with surprising 
Ways and means for advertising 

As a naval sharp the fame 
Of his name, name, name, name, name, name, 
name, 
Yes, indeed, it was a celebrated name. 

But his sailor garb he changed for other clothes* 

Soldier clothes, 
And went forth to play the deuce with wicked foes, 

Rebel foes, 
At a cannon, cannon, cannon 
In a battery he toiled, 

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And the spot he once began on 
He would never leave a man on 

Whose appearance wasn't spoiled, 
Thus were foiled, foiled, foiled, foiled, foiled, foiled, 
foiled, 
The Secessionists — Great Scott ! but they were 
foiled. 



When the war was done he struck another trade, 

Lumber trade, 
Down in West Virginia, nor was he afraid, 

Not afraid, 
Of the howling, howling, howling, 

Of the Hatfields and McCoys, 
But with both got cheek-by-jowling, 
Caring naught for wicked scowling, 

And he shared in all the joys 
Of the boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, 

Of the sanguinary West Virginia boys. 

Nowadays he has a bus'ness of his own, 

All his own, 
As a builder, and by none is he outshone, 

Ne'er outshone; 
He's kept, going, going, going, 

Though non-union men he keeps, 
And a harvest overflowing, 
Periodically growing, 

In the Second ward he reaps, 
'Mid the weeps, weeps, weeps, weeps, weeps, 
weeps, weeps, 
Of the Unionists — their salt and bitter weeps. 

68) 



louis c. Mccormick. 



[" OUIS C. MCCORMICK, the well known builder and contractor, was born 
^ on the Steubenville Pike, Allegheny County, November 29, 1844. He 
was educated at the public schools, and afterwards took a business course at 
Duff's College, where he graduated in 1866. His studies were not com- 
pleted, however, without a lengthy interruption. From the time when he 
was 10 years old until the war broke out he was a steamboat hand. When 
war was declared, young McCormick, then but 17 years of age, enlisted on 
the dispatch boat " Niagara," and served one year on the Ohio, Cumberland 
and Tennessee rivers. After the battle of Pittsburg Landing, he took the 
typhoid fever and came home. No sooner had he recovered than he en- 
listed on August 11, 1862, for three years, in Captain J. J. Young's Indepen- 
dent battery, and served until the end of the war, being honorably dis- 
charged on June 22, 1865. He is now a prominent member of the Veteran 
Legion, and is able to point proudly to a record of loyalty and personal 
bravery second to none. 

After his discharge from the army, Mr. McCormick returned to the river 
and continued steamboating as pilot and captain until 1873. He served for 
a time as deputy under Sheriff Fife, and later went to West Virginia, where 
for three years he was engaged in the lumber business in the wild region 
where the Hatfield and McCoy factions reigned supreme. In 1881 he was 
employed as foreman for the late J. T. Natcher, contractor and builder. 
When Mr. Natcher was shot and killed, Mr. McCormick succeeded him and 
has since been sole proprietor of the business, his office being at No. 117 
Second avenue. Mr. McCormick is an example of a thoroughly successful 
self-made man. Though still comparatively young, he has amassed a com- 
fortable fortune, and is constantly extending his business. 

(169) 




Day in, day out, the license mill 

Keeps up its steady grind ; 
For some there waits a bitter pill, 

For some the other kind. 
The wholesale beer men soon must toe 

The mark, expecting fits ; 
But there's one whose cake will not be 
dough, 

And that is German Fritz. 

At Try street is the fountain-head 

Of Fritz's foamy stock ; 
His reg'lar brand's immense, 'tis said, 

And stunning is his bock. 
Milwaukee, Cleveland, Pittsburg, too. 

Not one among them hits 
It like the Cincinnati brew 

Dealt out by German Fritz. 



Fritz is not solus, for his dad 

The business helps to run, 
And aids the enterprising lad 

In all the work that's done. 
Between them opposition firms 

Are made to lose their wits, 
And many a helpless agent squirms, 

Knocked out by German Fritz. 



When Fritz from Deutschland sailed 
away 

He was a baby yet, 
And hence he at the present day 

His birthplace must forget. 
But German ways and German speech 

To use he never quits, 
And none in Dutch can overreach 

Or do up German Fritz. 

In scholarship he's in the swim ; 

A college man is he, 
And so is in the proper trim 

A shining light to be. 
And that a shining light he is 

'Most every one admits ; 
The signs thereof are in the phiz 

We show of German Fritz. 



He's married, and domestic taste 

Exhibits, as he ought ; 
The East End with his home is graced, 

And there by friends he's sought. 
But the greatest joy that he discerns, 

When down to think he sits, 
Is the king of foreign beer concerns 

Controlled by German Fritz. 
(170) 



F. H. BRUENING. 



jPRITZ H. BRUENING, one of the most active and intelligent young busi- 
-*- ness men in Pittsburg, was born in Prussia, in 1866, and came to this 
country when he was three years old. He was educated at the common 
schools, the Western University and the Iron City College, graduating from 
the latter institution. 

Immediately upon the completion of his educational training, Mr. 
Bruening went into business with his father, Joseph Bruening, whose name 
stands high in the local world of commerce. At first their establishment 
was located at Eleventh street and Penn Avenue, where they remained three 
years. The business was then transferred to Second Avenue and Try street, 
and is still carried on at that place. 

The Messrs. Bruening are sole agents for Moerlein's Cincinnati beer, an 
ambrosial beverage, of the merits of which it is unnecessary to inform a dis- 
criminating public. The agency is the largest in Allegheny county handling 
foreign beer, and its trade far exceeds that of most of the home brewers. 

Fritz H. Bruening enjoys an extensive acquaintance, and is popular 
with all classes. He is married to Emma, daughter of John Herman, and is 
the father of two children. He resides in the East End. 

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Permit us here to introduce 

His nibs, the ex-recorder, 
A dapper-looking chap and spruce 

Of no inferior order. 
Observe the quickness of his eye 

Than lightning flashes brisker, 
Likewise the air of do-or-die 

That lingers round his whisker. 



Nine years he held that office fat, 

And from it would not sever 
Had people not informed him that 

He couldn't stick forever. 
So out he went, and casting round 

For means his grief to cure up, 
A solace for the same he found 

In making trips to Europe. 



The ex-recorder went to fight 

When he was young and active, 
War struck him as a vision bright 

And deucedly attractive. 
A West Virginia regiment 

He joined ; the noblest Roman 
Of all he was, and boldly spent 

His wrath upon the foeman. 



He's in the Pleasant Valley clique 

With Stone, who's Bayne's successor ; 
'Twas he make Shiras take a sneak 

When Stone became possessor 
Of Colonel Tummy's laurel crown 

Removed by abdication, 
Which caused a tempest in the town 

And red-hot indignation. 



Friends gathered round him later and 

Inflated his ambition ; 
They vowed that he possessed the sand 

To make a politician ; 
Recorder, then, he vowed to be, 

And, therefore, resurrected 
His army record, and Magee 

Forthwith had him elected. 



Now in the Secretary's chair 

The road's affairs he handles, 
Pets Councilmen, and seeks to scare 

Slick journalists — the vandals ! — 
To church he goes whene'er he can 

And looks so meek and pretty, 
That he passes for the nicest man 

In Allegheny City. 



(172) 



WILLIAM H. GRAHAM. 



WILLIAM H. GRAHAM, soldier, politician and business man, is a typi- 
cal example of Yankee versatility. He was born in Allegheny City, 
August 3, 1844. He attended the public schools, but left school at the age 
of twelve years and carried newspapers for J. J. East, his earnings going to 
support his widowed mother. For a time he was employed by Maffat & 
Old, brass manufacturers, his situation with whom he gave up, however, to 
respond to the call for volunteers to put down the rebellion. Pennsylvania's 
quota being filled, he went to West Virginia with the Washington Rifle 
Guards, which became Company A of the Second West Virginia Infantry. 
The regiment left Wheeling under Colonel Kelly in the famous West Vir- 
ginia campaign under McClellan, and Mr. Graham's company had the honor 
of bringing down the first rebel killed in the war. In 1863 the regiment 
was mounted and enrolled among the cavalry. Mr. Graham was engaged 
in the battles of Rich Mountain, Allegheny Mountain, Cross Keys, White 
Sulphur Springs, Kelly's Ford, Bull Run (second), Beverly, Rocky Gap, 
Droop Mountain, and Cloyd Mountain. He was wounded in the battle of 
White Sulphur Springs, and brought home to the West Penn Hospital. 

He also took part with Sheridan in the famous Valley campaign, was 
in the battles of Winchester, Fisher's Hill, Cedar Creek, Waynesboro, 
Petersburg, Dinwiddie Court House, Five Forks, Sailor's Creek, and Appo- 
mattox, and was a spectator of the surrender of Lee. Being sent with a 
message to Sheridan, he found him at the historic residence of Major Mc- 
Lean at Appomattox Court House, witnessing the arrival of Lee and Col- 
onel Marshall, of the Confederates, and Generals Grant, Ord, Custer, and a 
number of others on the Union side. 

After the grand review at Washington, Mr. Graham returned to civil life, 
entering the leather business in Allegheny. He has since taken an active 
part in Republican politics. He served in both branches of Allegheny 
Councils, two terms in the Legislature, and three as Recorder of the county. 

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Permit us now to introduce 
The dext'rous electrician, 

With subtle fluids fast and loose 
He plays like a magician. 

Slim, spectacled, and keen of glance, 
And full of facts specific, 

His thoughts don't dally with romance- 
He's strictly scientific. 



Although his partner then was Stern, 

And might have been unyielding, 
The chance was open wealth to earn 

And prestige to be wielding ; 
And so the twain wired back "T. E. ; 

Your agents we will be, sir, 
And represent you to a T 

And likewise to an E, sir." 



No need has he abroad to roam, 

Nor ever think of bolting ; 
He keeps his batteries at Ohm, 

And there he does his volting. 
Whoever would with tricks allure, 

Or catch him in a drag-net ; 
He'll bang him with an armature 

Or floor him with a magnet. 



Thus do we find our man installed 

In quarters that are kingly ; 
His partner elsewhere has been called, 

And now he goes it singly. 
Folks anxious to turn on the light 

Come daily round him flocking, 
And purchase queer machines, that might 

Be frowned upon as shocking. 



What wizard ever called him forth ? 

We hasten with an answer ; 
The famous Wizard of-'the North, 

Tom Edison's the man, sir. 
From Menlo Park the edict ran 

To Pittsburg, where it met him, 
"We're looking for a Silverman, 

And by the pow'rs we'll get him." 



As he's a scientific swell, 

And glory now enfolds him, 
There's many a fair electric belle 

That longingly beholds him. 
But maidens' charms he won't devour, 

Nor even slightly glance at ; 
Ambition is the only pow'r 

That gives him rapid transit. 

(174) 



J. H. SILVERMAN. 



THE electrical appliances patented by Thomas Edison, the king of modern 
inventors, constitute a landmark in nineteeth century progress, and no- 
where is their value more significantly emphasized than in Pittsburg, where 
they are brought into direct rivalry with the triumphs of Mr. Edison's arch- 
competitor in the field of electrical industry. The local agency for the 
Edison Company is in the hands of J. H. Silverman, a wide-awake young 
business man, whose management bears the marks of exceptional sagacity, 
tact and enterprise. Mr. Silverman was born in Pittsburg, April 13, 1862. 
He attended the common schools, and at the age of 17 graduated from the 
commercial department of the Central High School. For a period of six 
years he was employed as a bookkeeper. He then formed a partnership with 
Mr. Stern in the electrical supply business, the firm name being " Stern & 
Silverman." After one ye'ar's prosperous existence, the firm secured the 
general agency for the Edison Company, which they conducted for two 
years with conspicuous success. At the end of that time the Edison Com 
pany bought out the concern, placed Mr. Stern in control of the Philadel- 
phia agency, and installed Mr. Silverman as manager here. Since then Mr. 
Silverman has had absolute control of the company's business in Pittsburgh 
including the electric railway supply department, as well as that of lighting 
apparatus. He is still a bachelor, and is an undeniably eligible gentleman 
from a matrimonial point of view. The demands of business do not prevent 
Mr. Silverman from taking a lively interest in the great public questions of 
the day, and considering the nature of the industry in which he is engaged, 
it goes without saying that he is a straight Republican in politics. 

(i75) 




Up from the depot that's called Duquesne, 
Day in, day out, in shine or rain, 
Like cars triumphal, rumbling past 
Come wagons, ponderous and vast, 
Groaning beneath the heavy weight 
Of Pennsylvania railroad freight. 
Sixteen of 'em there are in all 
That from the Point those burdens haul ; 
Their owner is a man of mark, 
Of teamsters he's the patriarch. 

Look at his picture — you'll catch on, 
Of course, and say it's Captain John. 
His flowing beard, as white as snow, 
Through which irreverent breezes blow ; 
His brow — a lofty dome of thought ; 
His glance, with youthful fire still fraught ; 
His whole get-up, which seems to say 
"I'm good for many another day " — 
All show that chipper as a lark 
Is still the teamsters' patriarch. 

On Scotland's heather- covered braes 
The Captain spent his infant days ; 
No later influence could spoil 
The love he bore his native soil. 
But native soil, his parents found, 
Was highly unproductive ground ; 



Hence, since in Scotland things looked 

glum, 
To Yankeeland they chose to come, 
And lucky was the bounding bark 
That bore the teamsters' patriarch. 

For two-and-forty solid years 
• The Captain's steered, as still he steers, 
Those blessed wagons which one meets 
Where'er one goes on Pittsburg streets, 
Wearing away, through thick and thin, 
The handiwork of Booth & Flinn, 
And once a year — on New Year's day 
To dinner hauled the newsies gay, 
Making the little chaps remark 
"Long live the teamsters' patriarch." 

But though he's reached a ripe old age — 

Three-score-and-ten — he throws the gage 

Of bold defiance at the feet 

Of Father Time, who can't deplete 

His wealth of energy and grit, 

Nor him for active life unfit. 

So still, like distant thunder peals, 

We hear his hefty chariot wheels, 

And people smile and murmur " Hark ; 

There goes the teamsters' patriarch." 

76) 



JOHN W. HANEY. 



HPHE entire hauling of freight from the Duquesne depot of the Pennsyl- 
*- vania Railroad is in the hands of the veteran teamster, John W. Haney, 
one of Pittsburg's oldest and best known residents. "Captain" Haney, as 
he is generally called, was born in Gallowayshire, Scotland, in 1823. He 
had one year's schooling in the land of Bobby Burns, and then at the age of 
six years came with his parents to the United States. The family settled in 
Philadelphia, from which place, in 1832, Captain Haney came to Pittsburg. 
He has resided in this city ever since. He began the draying business in 
1850, and in 1861 he took charge of the hauling at* the Duquesne depot. 
His business increased largely, until at present he and his partner, Edward 
Pearson, have sixteen teams continually at work. 

Captain Haney's bluff, cheery, independent ways and his sterling 
rectitude of character have earned for him the esteem of all with whom he 
is brought into connection either in business or socially. He is a staunch 
friend of the newsboys, and for twenty-one years gave the little fellows a 
ride annually to the Pittsburg LEADER'S New Year's dinner. 

He has never been a politician, finding an ample field for his energies 
in the business which for nearly half a century he has prosperously carried 
on. Despite the fact that he has reached the Scriptural limit of three-score 
and ten, he is still as sturdy and active as he was twenty years ago. 

( J 77) 




" Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled" — 
That's what Burns, the poet, said, 
Thus prophetic light he shed 

Upon a future hero ; 
But this hero hates to breed 
Strife, or warring Scots to lead, 
And the chances that he'll bleed 
Are largely down to zero. 



Out he went when Grove was downed, 
Sought another stamping-ground, 
Opportunities he found — 

Better ones than ever ; 
Blew in all his ready cash 
In a reservoir of hash, 
Doughnuts, coffee, succotash, 

And pies of make-up clever. 



All the scraps wherein he takes 
Active part, or holds the stakes, 
Are but Democratic fakes — 

Politics begets them ; 
For he cuts a figure gay 
On the Jeffersonian lay ; 
With the Dems he'll always stay, 

No matter what besets them. 



Folks must have their grub or die ; 
So it came that by and by 
People got to like his pie, 

If once the same they tested. 
W T hen of wealth a large extent 
Filled his safe, to court he went, 
Got the judges to consent 

When license he requested. 



In the Randall Club he stands 
High in rank, and so commands 
Great esteem, and often lands 

In local fights a winner ; 
Thus, when Cleveland set the pace, 
In a nice post-office place 
He held the fort with ease and grace, 

Although a mere beginner. 



Fortunate he is, methinks, 
Liquids now with solids links, 
Serves out Democratic drinks 

With a lordly bearing. 
Petty public place he spurns, 
And to warfare never turns ; 
For his namesake, sung by Burns, 

Not a rap he's caring. 



(178) 



THOMAS J. WALLACE. 



HE Fifth ward, Pittsburgh is famed as a nursery of Democratic spirits, 
and not the least notable among those who were reared in that district 
is " Tom" Wallace, the cafe proprietor of Fifth Avenue, below Wood street, 
Mr. Wallace was born in l86l, and has been a life-long resident of Pittsburg. 
He received his education at the public and parochial schools. In 1879 he 
began an apprenticeship at the trade of moulder in the Atlas foundry. This 
he abandoned about a year after he had learnt the trade, and in 1S83 he 
entered the livery business, 

When Grover Cleveland was elected President, Mr. Wallace was ap- 
pointed stamp clerk in the Pittsburg post-office. After serving the Govern- 
ment for eighteen months he resigned, and opened a restaurant on Fifth 
Avenue. This undertaking prospered, and its success was still further en- 
hanced when Mr. Wallace secured a license, and combined a handsomely 
appointed cafe with his restaurant. 

Mr. Wallace is an influential member of the Randall Club, and an en- 
thusiastic Democratic partisan. He has been urged to run for office, but 
wisely refrains, owing to the demands of business upon his time and atten- 
tion. He is a thoroughly honorable, straightforward gentleman, and has a 
host of friends throughout the county, 

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" God save the Queen," the British sing 

With loyalty uproarious. 
Beneath a royal lady's wing 
They think that life is glorious. 
And so they guy 
Us Yanks, and cry 
" Come on and take a view of her." 
That's what we call 
Confounded gall, 
For we've a Queen worth two of her. 



His throne is of another class 

From Vic's historic chair of state, 
'Tis made of wells of oil and gas, 
And is not an affair of state. 

The crown he wears 

Is made of shares 
Of stock and prime securities ; 

His scepter gleams 

With gilt-edged schemes, 
A costly thing for sure it is. 



This Queen of ours— the truth to state- 
Can't boast of femininity, 

But that's a thing that can't abate 
His sovereign-like divinity. 
Should curious folk 
Sharp questions poke 

And make him for his rank account j 
To them at once 
He'll make response 

By pointing to his bank account. 



— In rulership he's not alone — 

King Wesley's his associate- 
Together on a common throne 
They dicker and negotiate ; 
Together reap 
The profit steep 
That regularly emanates* 

From wells immense, 
And people hence 
Of both the fame disseminate. 
(180) 



EMMET QUEEN. 



FOR ten years past, Emmet Queen has occupied a conspicuous place 
among the active, brainy men of business to whom Western Pennsyl- 
vania owes the development of its oil and gas industry. Mr. Queen was 
born in Armstrong county in 1855. His father, John Queen, was a sub- 
stantial citizen engaged at different times in mercantile pursuits and in the 
milling business. Educational facilities were limited where the family re- 
sided, and aside from the somewhat meagre course of study in the rural 
common schools, Emmet Queen had no literary opportunities, and may be 
described accordingly as a self-educated as well as self-made man. 

In 1874 he commenced in the oil business, and for several years after- 
wards operated successfully in Armstrong and Butler counties. He came to 
Pittsburg in 1882, and for two years operated independently, with this city 
as his headquarters. In 1884, he formed a partnership with W. S. Guffey, 
under the firm name of Guffey & Queen, and the partnership has been 
maintained ever since under circumstances of gratifying prosperity. 

The Governor Pattison well in the Wildwood field — the largest ever 
struck there — was bought in by the firm on the day of Governor Pattison's 
great victory over Delamater in November, 1890. It has a capacity of 25,- 
000 barrels a day. 

Mr. Queen married Miss Susan Borley, of Johnstown, and is the father 
of one child — a boy. He resides in a stylish mansion in the East End. 

(181) 




There's a German high-flyer oflocal repute 

Whose picture above you'll remark : 
His commercial solidity none can dispute, 

And he's chipper and gay as a lark. 
The path of fair dealing he never forsakes, 

And he needs not a magical wand 
To establish the truth of the statement 
he makes 

That his word is as good as his bond. 

He comes from the kingdom of Wurtem- 
berg, where 
There is plenty of music and beer ; 
The prospect of wealth led him here to 
repair, 
In the hope that he'd broaden his sphere. 
For a time he kept books, but a clerical 
" sit " 
To his views didn't seem to respond ; 
Something better than that he felt certain 
he'd hit 
Since his word is as good as his bond. 

When they asked him to stay, he exclaimed 
on the spot 

" No, it's all ober-now-or I would :" 
Then he left his employers and speedily got 

A dead cinch upon something as good. 

(i 



In the Sixth ward he opened a warehouse, 

and vowed 

That confounded he'd be and dog-goned 

If the ward of his business soon wouldn't 

be proud, 

Since his word was as good as his bond. 

Of liquors ambrosial he laid in a stock, 

And of wines an enormous supply ; 
There was claret, port, sherry, Mumm's 
extra and hock, 
And the finest of mellow old rye. 
Quoth he : " If there's any snide dealer 
around, 
Right away he had better abscond, 
For the man who sells liquor to prove 
should be bound 
That his word is as good as his bond. 

Need we say that he prospered? — He did 
so, of course, 

And he's made a whole army of friends ; 
In politics, too, he's a positive force, 

And Democracy's honor defends. 
He belongs to the Randall Club, honored 
therein, 

And since ever the status he donned 
Of a citizen, praises he's managed to win, 

For his word is as good as his bond. 

>>2) 



HERMAN OBERNAUER. 



TTERMAN OBERNAUER was born in Wurtemberg, Germany, in 1856. 
^ -*■ He attended the public schools at his native place, and graduated 
from the High School. In 1880 he came to the United States, and located 
shortly afterwards in Pittsburg. For a few months he was employed as a 
bookkeeper, and then he engaged independently in the wholesale liquor 
trade, opening up a large establishment at the corner of Fifth avenue and 
Stevenson street. Through hard work and intelligent management, Mr. 
Obernauer succeeded in building up an extensive and profitable trade, and 
his strict business principles and absolute integrity have earned him a repu- 
tation which is the envy of his competitors. His motto is, " My word is as 
good as my bond," and he lives up to the letter of it. 

Mr. Obernauer is a Democrat, and belongs to the Randall Club and 
other Democratic societies. He is an enthusiast in politics, and works 
zealously for the success of his party, attending all the conventions, and con- 
sistently using his voice and influence in support of Democratic candidates 
and principles. He is married, is the father of three children, and resides 
in a comfortable home on Centre avenue. 

Mr. Obernauer is abstemious in his tastes, and, while possessing more 
than the average share of the world's goods, is free from ostentation. In all 
his characteristics he represents the best type of the Americanized German. 

(183) 




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Maxwelton's braes are bonny, 
And this is Bonny, too. 

In politics 

To Chris he sticks, 
And that's what sees him through. 
And that's what sees him through, 
And that's what sees him through, 

In politics 

To Chris he sticks, 
And that's what sees him through. 

He's of ancestry distinguished, 

His blood is azure blue. 
Blue-bloodedness 
Helps more or less 

Likewise to see him through, 

Likewise, etc. 

In a postal job, long years since, 
He rendered service true, 

And his record there, 
He's wont to swear, 



Has helped to see him through, 
Has helped, etc. 

He's tried his hand at banking, 

For well, indeed, he knew 
That to rise in rank 
In a solvent bank 

Would surely see him through, 

Would surely, etc. 

As a statesman next in public 
He made a slick debut, 

And stayed on deck 

As private "sec" 
To Chris, who saw him through, 
'Twas Chris who, etc. 

Of the county he's Recorder 

Just now, and holds the view 

That with friendship firm 
For another term 

The boys will see him through, 

The boys, etc. 



(tS 4 ) 



GEORGE M. Von BONNHORST. 



GEORGE M. VON BONNHORST, Recorder of Allegheny County, was 
born in the First ward, Pittsburg, October 26, 1847. He comes of one 
of the oldest and best families in the State. His father, Sidney F. Von 
Bonnhorst, was Postmaster under Lincoln. His mother, nee Mary Murphy, 
was a native of Humesville, Bucks County, Pa. George Von Bonnhorst was 
educated at the Second ward public schools and the Western University. 
In 1865 he became a clerk in the Pittsburg postoffice under his father, who 
was then serving his second term. He left the postoffice in 1866, to assume 
a clerkship in the People's Savings Bank, where he remained for eight years. 
About five years after his connection with the bank had ceased, he entered 
the City Assessor's office in a clerical capacity, and remained there two 
years. He was then, and is yet, private secretary to C. L. Magee, and at 
various intervals acted as Chairman and Secretary of the Republican County 
Committee. The Chairmanship was in his hands at the time of President 
Harrison's election, in 1888, when Allegheny County rolled up a larger 
Republican majority than it or any other county in the United States ever 
gave before. Mr. Von Bonnhorst's activity in that campaign won him 
golden opinions, and paved the way for his election as County Recorder in 
1890, to which office he was chosen without opposition. Mr. Von Bonn- 
horst has labored sedulously to outdo his predecessors in efficiency, and he 
is able to boast that under his administration, for the first time, there are 
practically no arrears in the work of recording deeds. 

He resides now on the farm in Chartiers township where his mother 
was married, and where she is still living, happy in her son's prominence 
and prosperity. 

Mr. Von Bonnhorst is man of estimable disposition, the soul of gener- 
osity, and noted for the tenacity with which he sticks to his friends, both in 
politics and in private life. 

(185) 




Not far from the court house, that temple 

of awe, 
Which harbors an army of limbs of the law, 
There's a snug little tavern, cozy and neat, 
At a corner where strings of law-offices 

meet. 
It used to be run in a commonplace style, 
With little the lawyer-like soul to beguile ; 
No odor Blackstonian around was diffused, 
Inspiring attorneys who quietly boozed ; 
In fact the concern from perfection was far, 
Till Ed was triumphantly called to the bar. 



It was not in volumes with covers of calf 
Or of sheepskin that Ed was enabled to 

quaff 
The learning that solidly stands him in 

stead 
As professional aid to his forging ahead ; 
Philadelphia first was the scene of his tasks, 
There he studied the logic of flagons and 

casks, 
The cocktail seductive, the julep divine, 
The blandishments subtle of roseate wine ; 
And the firmament truly was minus a star 
Till Ed was triumphantly called to the bar. 



Five years have gone by since to Pittsburg 

he came, 
A practitioner bright with ambition aflame. 
The Hotel Albemarle was his earliest stand, 
And he managed things there with a dex- 
terous hand ; 
In the Hamilton next until '90 he staid, 
A record creating that never could fade ; 
The guests of the hostelry always agreed 
That his destiny marked him for taking 

the lead, 
And fame had to leave the door standing ajar 
Until Ed was triumphantly called to the bar. 



Dependence forever he recently shook, 
And set out as a barrister on his own hook. 
Located quite handy to justice's home 
With a stock-in-trade made up of spirits 

and foam, 
And although on the bench Eddie never 

has sat, 
Yet he'll issue to topers a straight "caveat" 
Or a " fiery faces," intended to show 
That habituals elsewhere for toddy must go. 
And away in the rear other hostelries are 
Since Ed was triumphantly called to the bar. 
86) 



e. j. Mclaughlin. 



r PHE" Court of Common Pleas No. 4" would be an appropriate title for 
■*■ the establishment conducted by Ed. J. McLaughlin at the corner of 
Grant and Diamond streets, directly opposite the court house ; inasmuch as 
there are frequently more ornaments of the legal profession to be found dis- 
cussing the bill of fare at McLaughlin's than could be counted at one time 
in any of the regularly constituted courts of justice. Proprietor McLaughlin 
was born in Philadelphia, October 7, i860, and received a good common 
school education in that city. In 1876 he entered the hotel business, and 
served as room clerk at various times in the Merchants', Washington, Amer- 
ican and St. George hotels. Coming to Pittsburg in 1887, he assumed 
charge of the Hotel Hamilton on Penn avenue. In 1891 he opened up his 
present establishment, and equipped his cafe and bar in superior style, lay- 
ing the foundations of a business which is now both select and profitable. 
Mr. McLaughlin prides himself on the fact that the appointments of his es- 
tablishment, the cuisine, and the wines and liquors, are on an equal plane of 
excellence. His connection extends to Philadelphia, Atlantic City and other 
eastern points, where he is well and favorably known. He is married, and 
resides on Dinwiddie street. Proximity to the court house, with its dry-as- 
dust associations, lessens neither the urbanity of Mr. McLaughlin's disposi- 
tion nor the mellowness of his Old Monongahela. 



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(187) 




His folks in Ireland wept and wailed 
When o'er the broad Atlantic sailed 
A youth who ne'er to murmur failed, 

Excelsior. 

Arriving in this friendly land, # 

To honest toil he turned his hand, 
And all his doings bore the brand, 

Excelsior. 

In Allegheny work he found; 
He drove a cracker-wagon round, 
Obedient to that axiom sound, 

Excelsior. 

" Crackers to-day?" he'd ask, and smile; 
" We serve 'em up-in ev'ry style," 
Yet inwardly he sighed the while, 

Excelsior. 

And when folks said his wares were snide, 
And hurtful to a man's inside, 
In piteous tones his Jags replied, 

Excelsior. 

At selling goods he persevered, 
And quite a handsome profit cleared 
Through sticking to the motto weird, 

Excelsior. 

And when enough he'd laid apart, 
He made an independent start, 
The word being graven on his heart, 

Excelsior. 

The West Penn depot's near at hand 
To where his factory took its stand 



To furnish crackers of the brand, 

Excelsior. 

There, lo these many years ! with zeal 
He's labored; making people feel 
The force of that profound appeal, 

Excelsior. 

On all sides now the legend's heard, 
His wagons bear the magic word, 
And by it many a heart is stirred, 

Excelsior. 

No avalanche has he to dread, 
No snow and ice 'way overhead, 
Like that poetic chap who said 

Excelsior. 

Not much; with wealth his coffers teem, 
Respect is his, likewise esteem, 
Arid everything bears out his dream, 

Excelsior. 

Above our artist*neatly shows 
How he to church on Sunday goes, 
While all exclaim who note the clothes, 
Excelsior. 

Those pants of acreage untold, 
That stovepipe hat of vintage old, 
That poodle — all the tale unfold ; 

Excelsior. 

Thus on his old familiar plan, 
Not caring " shucks " for any man, 
He plods along as he began — 

Excelsior. 



(188) 



E. MAGINN. 

THERE are Napoleons of finance, Napoleons of tariff legislation, and 
other Napoleons more or less brilliant and distinguished ; but none of 
them is a whit more Napoleonic in his sphere than is the Napoleon of the 
cracker trade, Mr. E. Maginn, whose Excelsior brand of crackers may be 
said, without trenching too far on the domain of the advertising agent, to be 
a staple article of diet in every quarter of the globe, "from Greenland's icy 
mountains to India's coral strand." Mr. Maginn is an Irishman, born and 
bred, and is about 60 years of age. He emigrated to the United States in 
1857, an d settled in Allegheny City, establishing there on a very modest 
scale the foundations of his present large business. The partnership con- 
cern then started, under the name of E. & C. Maginn, achieved rapid suc- 
cess, and controlled a constantly growing trade until 1876, when the firm 
dissolved, and Mr. E. Maginn assumed the sole management. Under his 
guidance the business developed to mammoth proportions, and he is to-day 
the proprietor of establishments in Pittsburg and Allegheny which are 
among the most extensive of their kind in the country. 

Mr. Maginn is married, and lives in Allegheny. He has a large circle 
of friends, and is very popular. 

(189) 




Who's this, with a phiz so determined and 
stern 
That it frightens transgressors away? 
Does he boss a tremendous judicial con- 
cern 
And the role of an arbiter play ? 
Does he serve as a preacher 
Or public school teacher 
Whose methods are deucedly grim? 
No, indeed ; 'twould surprise him, 
If up you would size him, 
As other than Councilman Jim. 



There's a restaurant, too, at the famous re- 
sort 
W T hich at Diamond and Smithfield he 
keeps ; 
His cooks straight from Paris he's said to 
import 
And the premium for lunches he sweeps. 
The popular fiat 
Proclaims that the Pi-att 
His place puts him right in the swim ; 
And it's useless competing, 
They say, with the eating 
That's set up by Councilman Jim. 



He's a Buckeye by birth and a sharp 'un 
at that, 
As Ohio men frequently are, 
But to Pittsburg he ties since 'tis here he 
stands pat 
In the business of keeping a bar. 
When the license court's sitting, 
With dignity fitting 
And many folks' chances are slim ; 
Then the judges demurely 
Say " License ? Why surely ; 
Just give it to Councilman Jim." 



What wonder, in view of this public ap- 
plause, 
That the voters who live in his ward 
Elect him with pow'r for the town to make 
laws, 
And support him with common accord ? 
And so 'mid those fakirs, 
The local law-makers, 
He sits, filled right up to the brim 
With' importance and vigor, 
And none of 'em's bigger. 
In brain power than Councilman Jim. 

90) 



JAMES W. PIATT. 



JAMES W. PIATT was born in Belmont county, Ohio, in 1854, and was 
educated at the public schools of his native county. He came to Pitts- 
burg in early manhood, and in 1 879, started in business for himself in the 
famous old "Tammany Hall" on Third avenue. In 1887, he removed to 
his present location at the corner of Smithfield and Diamond streets, where 
he conducts a cafe and restaurant of high repute as a resort for profes- 
sional and business men. 

Mr. Piatt is a Republican in politics, and is always found in line for the 
"grand old party." He is a regular attendant at County and State Con- 
ventions, and a prominent member of the Young Men's Republican Tariff 
Club and other political organizations. He organized the first Beaver Club 
that was made up in the State. 

He was elected to Select Council from the Second ward in 1886, and is 
now a member of Common Council from the Third ward. 

Mr. Piatt is very popular, and has a large personal following, which 
proves valuable in close political contests. He is liberal, outspoken, and 
proverbially faithful to his friends. 

(191) 




Were you ever indicted? If so, you'll be 

glad 
To examine the phiz of this fine-looking lad, 
By whose hand with dexterity, 
Grace and celerity, 
All the indictments are writ ; 
Of the courts he's a pillar ; they couldn't 

dispense 
With his services — no, not on any pre- 
tense ; 
For justice would tumble, 
And equity crumble 
To bits, if he gave up his sit. 

He's a Lawrenceville boy through and 

through, and was born 
In the Seventeenth ward — to deny it he'd 
scorn ; 
For a true Lawrencevillian, 
Would not for a million, 
Go back on that district renowned ; 
'Tvvas there he imbibed for the classics a 

taste, 
And resolved, lest his intellect might go to 
waste, 
On the law's hocus-pocus 
His talents to focus, 
And never therein to be downed. 



'Twasn't long till he thus rose away above 

par 
And with honor was finally called to the bar, 
Where, when ne'er an indictment 
Employs him, excitement 
He stirs up, as well he knows how ; 
And when Johnston — poor Dick ! — was in 

office, he'd say, 
" Take my place, will you, Charley, old 
man, for to-day? " 
Then Charley would go for 
Each criminal loafer, 
And kick up a deuce of a row. 

Where next will he land ? That is further 

along, 
There's no reason, indeed, why a Demo- 
crat strong, 
Both brainy and active, 
With person attractive, 
Should not to pre-eminence climb ; 
But he's youthful as yet, and the young 

folks must wait 
Till their elders themselves with publicity 
sate, 
Though he's got a fair whack at 
The statesmanship racket 
And soon to the summit may climb. 
92) 



CHARLES A. FAGAN. 



CHARLES A. FAGAN, the expert indictment clerk of Allegheny 
County, was born in the borough of Lawrenceville, now the Seven- 
teenth ward, Pittsburg, July I, 1859. He attended St. Mary's schools and 
Ewalt Academy in Lawrenceville, and completed his studies at the Pittsburg 
Catholic College. 

In 1877 Mr. Fagan was appointed to his present position, and his com- 
plete mastery of its duties has gained him the reputation of being the best 
authority on indictment pleadings in Western Pennsylvania. 

Incidentally Mr. Fagan took up the study of law, for which his profes- 
sional associations gave him a natural taste, and on December 31, 1886, he 
was admitted to the Allegheny County bar. He acquired immediate recog- 
nition as a leading light among the younger practitioners, distinguishing 
himself especially as a jury lawyer. Frequently Mr. Fagan is called upon 
to act. as District Attorney, and in such emergencies acquits himself with 
conspicuous credit. 

He is a pronounced Democrat, pinning his faith to a militant party 
policy, as opposed to a policy which invites combinations with the opposi- 
tion and jeopardizes party stability. He was a delegate to the Convention 
at Scranton which nominated Governor Pattison, and took the stump for the 
Democratic ticket in the ensuing campaign. This year (1892) Mr. Fagan 
has been chosen presidential elector from the Twenty-second Congressional 
district. He is a member of the Democratic County Committee, and be- 
• longs to the Columbus club, the Randall club, the Grover Cleveland club, 
and the McClellan club. 

Mr. Fagan was married in 1887, and is the father of three children. 

093) 




First warders, 'tis Georgie himself that 
you see, 
A gentleman he 
Who's considered to be 
In your neighborhood up at the top of the 
tree, 
Inasmuch as he's pretty well fixed. 
A drug-store he keeps, and don't need to 
lament, 
Since a thousand per cent. 
Is about the extent 
Of his profits, and multitudes daily frequent 
His place, to get medicines mixed. 

On George's " phizog " there's a good- 
humored glow — 
He's a joker, you know, 
And will never let go 
A chance to make merry with friend or 
with foe 
And to try the keen edge of his wit. 
For although he's a druggist his earnings 
are high 
From selling old rye, 
Which dull care doth defy, 
And perhaps that's the reason he likes to 
let fly 
Funny cracks, making many a hit. 



He's the beau of the Diamond — a Brum- 
mel in fact, 
With abundance of tact 
In the delicate act 
Of dressing with spruceness and neatness 
exact, 
Oh yes, he is quite lah-de-dah. 
And he's good-looking, too ; aye, indeed, 
he's a catch, 
An elegant match 
If he'd come to the scratch, 
Instead of remaining a steady old " bach " 
Whom the girls to. the altar can't draw. 

He's a Democrat, strong in his ward, and 
has been 
To Councils sent in 
Without caring a pin 
For Emperor Chris or King William Flam 
Flinn ; 
More pow'r to you, Georgie, for that. 
And in view of his clever and good- 
natured ways, 
It would not amaze 
Us if one of these days 
He should mount higher yet; and the 
card that he plays 
Will be trump, we will bet a new hat. 

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GEORGE S. FLEMING. 



UNDOUBTEDLY the best known druggist west of the Allegheny moun- 
tains is George S. Fleming, of Market street, and corner of the 
Diamond. Mr. Fleming was born in Allegheny City, in 1861. His father 
was Joseph Fleming, also widely known in the drug business. His mother 
was Elizabeth Smith, daughter of Albert Smith, a prominent brewer. 
George Fleming was educated at the public schools of Sewickley borough. 
He started in 1874 as errand boy in his father's store, and worked his way 
up to the position of clerk, then to that of manager, and was finally, in 1888, 
admitted by his father as a partner. Two years later Joseph Fleming died, 
and his son succeeded to the proprietorship of the business, which he con- 
tinues to conduct with signal success. 

The history of Mr. Fleming's establishment occupies an important 
place in the commercial annals of Pittsburg. It was founded in 1840, by 
Coughran & Miller. Joseph Fleming was their clerk, and after fifteen years' 
service, succeeded to the business in 1855. For years the house has been 
famous not only for its reliability in the compounding of prescriptions and 
the handling of absolutely pure drugs, but also as a headquarters for the 
finest brands of foreign and domestic wines and liquors. Judicious adver- 
tising has done much to extend its reputation in these lines, and to-day the 
volume of business transacted is enormous, and extends through many 
states. 

George S. Fleming is still a bachelor, and it goes without saying that 
he is considered a highly eligible " parti," as the French put it. He takes 
an interest in politics on the Democratic side, and is recognized by Gover- 
nor Pattison's administration as one of its most valuable supporters. 

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" ^ this a dagger that I see before me?" 
It is the King of orators that speaks, 
"With genius mantling on his royal cheeks 

And passion ringing in his accents stormy — 
An out and out Macbeth. 

He does but act, yet inwardly he's certain 
That he's Macbeth himself— he feels the part, 
Sees spectral things, does murder in his heart; 

Aye, and before the falling of the curtain 
He'll die a real death. 

Anon his cheek's aflame, anon it whitens; 

Rage, hope, fear, gladness, in succession trace 
Themselves upon his ever-changing face, 

"Which thus the marvelous illusion heightens, 
Like some enchanter's spell. 

No sawing of the air, no rant bombastic, 
Such as your ham-fat Thespian loves to use, 
Painting a character in garish hues, 

Find place in his delineation plastic — 
His art's concealed too well. 

The stage to him is merely a diversion, 
In pedagogic haunts his lines are cast, 
And there, like a refined iconoclast, 
He breaks youth's idols — truth's gilt-edged per- 
version — 
And sets up standards just; 

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Teaches the young idea how to revel 
In outbursts oratorical, with voices 
So trained that he who hears perforce rejoices, 

And views as machinations of the d 1 

"What other trainers do. 

Profound his learning — many chairs he's sat in, 
In colleges and schools. The higher flights 
Of mathematics he has dead to rights; 

Discourses fluently in Greek and Latin 
And ether tongues abstruse. 

A poet, too, he is — his dainty verses 

Make him — this King upon the stage— 
A Byron when, his longings to assuage, 

His soul in rhythm melodic he immerses, 
And turns out gems profuse. 

"We might go on ad libitum recounting 
This many-sided artist's traits unique, 
Did we not fear that some designing sneak, 
Respect for our Macbethian friend surmounting, 

Might cry out, " Hold; enough." 
Therefore a truce to further summarizing 
Of faculties whereof we're proud to sing, 
Giving to us a Byron and a King, 
One who — a fact that's proof against disguising — 
Is made of classic stuff. 
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BYRON W. KING. 



T)ROF. BYRON W. KING, actor, teacher of elocution, interpreter of the 
■^ Latin and Greek classics, lecturer, ventriloquist, and author, is perhaps 
the most versatile genius that claims the attention and applause of the Pitts- 
burg public. He was born at Mt. Pleasant, Westmoreland County, June 10, 
1859, and received a liberal education, the drift of his studies tending nat- 
urally in the direction of the refined literary pursuits which have of late 
years engrossed his attention. When the King School of Oratory was 
established, its founder was comparatively unknown in Pittsburg ; but his 
talents, exhibited in a rapidly widening sphere, soon made him a public 
favorite, and his services on the platform, on the stage, and in the capacity 
of instructor, have since been in constant demand. He excels in the culti- 
vation of dramatic powers, voice, gesture, pose, facial expression, and the 
faculty of intelligent interpretation being developed with equal facility under 
his direction. As an actor, Prof. King is equally at home in tragic and 
comic roles ; as a lecturer he passes from grave to gay, from the depths of 
pathos to the height of grotesqueness, with the comprehensive skill of a 
master ; as an elocutionist he runs the whole gamut of human emotions, and 
never fails to strike the chord he aims at so as to evoke a sympathetic 
response. 

Prof. King is a poet of no mean order, and he is also the author of a 
work on "Practice of Speech," which has become a standard' elocutionary 
text-book. 

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Jacob's ladder of light is deserving of 
note, 
For its like we can't nowadays claim, 
But some Jacobs there are who attention 
devote 
To ascending the ladder of fame. 
Of the species to-day we a type represent ; 

In appearance he's clever and keen ; 
He's right bow'r to the man who was 
moved to invent 
The first money-recording machine. 

With magnificent frenzy his optics will 
flash, 
When upon his machine he dilates, 
Explaining how nicely it counts up the 
cash 
For the youth who on customers waits. 
Down goes sale number one ; up comes 
sale number two, 
Marked in figures quite plain to be seen, 
So that truly profound admiration is due 
To the money-recording machine. 



Click ! click ! 'tis the money draw'r now 
that unlocks ; 
Now it's open, and quickly within 
A miraculous agency legibly chalks 

What the cost of a purchase has been. 
Now the whole's added up, and to show 
that it's done 
There's a bell that intrudes on the scene, 
With a cute ting-a-ling — was there ever 
such fun 
As the money-recording machine ? 

An Ohioan born is the man who controls 

This mechanical auditing scheme ; 
Not long he's been here, yet in lucre he 
rolls ; 
His bonanza's a popular theme. 
And whene'er he's defunct, and consigned 
to the tomb, 
Folks will still keep his memory green 
As the man who stirred up a remarkable 
boom 
With his money-recording machine. 
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M. N. JACOBS. 



IV /T N. JACOBS, the energetic manager of the National Cash Register 
-L'-*-* Company, is a native of Marietta, O., and was born August 17, 
1859. His educational training covered a period of seven years, spent at 
the common schools and High School of his native place. He entered 
commercial life as a bookkeeper, and continued in that position for two 
years. In 1888 he came to Pittsburg to assume the management of the 
National Cash Register Company. .The office of the company was then 
located in the Eisner building, but has since been changed to the north- 
eastern corner of Fifth Avenue and Wood Street. Under the intelligent 
administration of Mr. Jacobs the business has been very successful, and the 
cash register is now a standing institution in local restaurants, cafes, and 
other places where a special check needs to be placed on the employees. 
The register performs seven different functions. It shows to a customer 
the amount of his purchase, drops the record of the previous sale, unlocks 
the money drawer, throws the drawer open, registers on the inside, adds up, 
and rings a bell. A more useful and ingenious contrivance of its kind can- 
not easily be conceived. 

Mr. Jacobs is married, and lives at the Monongahela House. 

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"Are the Straight-outs still surviving?" is a ques- 
tion that you'll hear 
Asked by many since the ringsters won the day. 
Yes, you bet they are, with 20,000 votes their 
hearts to cheer, 
And they're arming for another fiery fray. 
Here is one of them — a leader who was never 
known to quail; 
At the threats of" Chris's plugs he doesn't scare; 
With the South Side at bis back, he is determined 
to prevail 
As an anti-boodle candidate for May'r. 

If there's gloom upon his visage, don't take any 
stock in that, 
'Tis professional, and speaks not from the 
heart ; 
He's been raised to undertaking, and had early to 
get at 
And of simulating grief acquire the art. 
But at bottom he's a jovial soul — a German 
through and through, 
Who of social celebration likes his share, 
And the children of the Fatherland have vowed 
that they'll be true 
To the anti-boodle candidate for May'r. 

All his life he's been an enemy of ringsters and 
their tricks, 
And the livery of Magee he never wore; 
He has held a seat in Councils, and full oft got in 
his licks 
When against Mageeite deals he took the floor. 

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Few, alas ! were the reformers who along with him 
would vote; 
To run counter to the gang they didn't dare; 
But he's made his record anyhow, and hence has 
off his coat 
As an anti-boodle candidate for May'r. 

He does business in the ward where Shafer used 
to be the squire, 
And when "Shaie" last for election took the field 
With the city ring behind him, then our hero 

opened fire, 
And it proved that he tremendous pow'r could 

wield. 
When they counted the returns it was the people's 
turn to whoop; 
Where was Shafer? Echo sadly answers, 
"Where?" 
He was beaten two to one, and knocked com- 
pletely in the soup 
By the anti-boodle candidate for May'r. 

In the Straight-out fight again he showed his 
mettle like a man; 
Took the stump and had his workers at the polls; 
And whoever takes the trouble of his ward the 
vote to scan 
Will perceive the big contingent he controls. 
So with all this in his favor, why on earth should 
he retreat, 
Or the standard of reform omit to bear, 
Since he thinks that his opponents will be puz- 
zled to defeat 
Him as anti-boodle candidate for May'r? 

o) 



F. C. BEINHAUER. 



' * A/'OU will remember the rough and ready Beinhauer, the implacable foe 
I of jobs, hurling defiance at the ring." So spoke John S. Lambie 
on the floor of Councils, and in this brief characterization is summarized 
faithfully the whole of Mr. Beinhauer's public career. He is a man of the 
people, devoted to the principles of pure popular government, and an en- 
thusiast in his antagonism to all phases of misrule and corruption in politics. 

F. C. Beinhauer was born February 22, 1858, at Saxonburg, Butler 
County, Pa. His family moved to Pittsburg when he was three months old, 
and located in what is now the Fifth ward. The future reform leader at- 
tended the Grant and Hancock schools at various times until he reached the 
age of fifteen, when he was obliged to suspend his studies on account of ill- 
health. 

In 1876 Mr. Beinhauer became his father's partner in the livery and 
undertaking business on Third avenue. Three years later the family moved 
to the South Side, and the stable was also transferred to that district. In 
1882 Mr. Beinhauer was elected to Select Council on the Republican ticket 
from the Twenty-sixth ward. He served six years, and was finally " legis- 
lated out" by the new charter. The people of his district in 1890 elected 
him alderman for a term of five years. 

Throughout his career in Councils, as well as in politics generally, Mr. 
Beinhauer was noted as a reformer. He fought the proposed Lidlie street 
improvement at the head of the Penn incline, and brought about the some- 
what anomalous result of a victory for a minority over a majority, thus sav- 
ing $100,000 to the taxpayers. He was chairman of the committee on the 
investigation of Monongahela water ; labored to secure the establishment of 
the office of sealer of weights and measures, and introduced a variety of other 
useful ordinances, his advocacy of which, however, was nullified by the power 
of the city ring. 

In the famous county campaign of November, 1891, Mr. Beinhauer led 
the Straight-out Republican forces on the South Side, and contributed 
largely to the strength of the popular movement. His staunch independent 
Republicanism has become an article of faith with the Republican majority 
in his ward, and it is on this basis, with clean government as the chief issue, 
that he founds his present candidacy for Mayor. 

Mr. Beinhauer is married, and is the father of five children. 

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In the wilds of old Westmoreland many years ago 
a youth there was, 
Humble was his station and his aspirations 
slim. 
He had little hopes of winning fame and fortune, 
yet in truth there was 
A rcsy-tinted future looming up ahead of 
him. 
Golden were the days when with precocious inde- 
pendence he 
Dodged the country school-house and went 
fishing with the gang. 
And this sturdy spirit later was the cause of his 
ascendency. 
"Which grew until the country with his reputa- 
tion rang. 



Was it divination or his lucky star that aided 
him? 
Little matters that, for anyhow he made the 
break, 
And whatever was the happy inspiration that 
persuaded him, 
He bored for gas at Grapeville, and got there 
and no mistake. 
Straightway after that our hero upwards like a 
rocket went, 
Never had been struck an opportunity so 
rare; 
Day by day the cash in mighty heaps into his 
pocket went, 
Until he reached the status of a semi-million- 
aire. 



When he reached the years of manhood through He dabbles some in politics, and sticks to the 

the oil fields he would skip away, Democracy, 

Buying leases cheap and selling out at prices Getting in his licks for Willie Wallace when 

high. he can; 

It was rough upon the sellers when they saw what Bitter is his hatred of Republican autoc- 

they'd let slip away, racy, 

But this hustler banked the profits while he And he thinks if Satan walks the earth, that 

winked the other eye. Matthew Quay's the man. 

Finally he quit the trade of leases speculating Friendliness and frankness, open-hearted genial- 

in, ity 

And struck another royal plan a fortune to Count among the cards he plays, conformably 

amass; to Hoyle, 

Examples had been set him which he thought And it's everywhere agreed that such a goodly 

worth emulating in personality 

The line of getting wealthy through a lucky Merits the financial boost it gets from gas and 

find of gas. oil. 

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JAMES M. GUFFEY. 



JAMES M. GUFFEY, the Pittsburg oil and gas king, was born in West- 
moreland County in 1840. He received his elementary education at 
the common schools, and finished his studies at the Iron City College, of 
which he is a graduate. 

Mr. Guffey went to Pithole at the opening of the oil excitement, and 
acquired about the same time large interests at St. Petersburg, in Clarion 
County. Subsequently he selected Bradford as a base of operations, and 
about ten years ago he came to Pittsburg, where he has since been perma- 
nently established. 

Mr. Guffey opened up and and controlled the Grapevine gas field until 
it was taken by a corporation. This was the greatest of all the gas fields, 
and brought great wealth to the enterprising operator. He also acquired 
large interests in the Murraysville field. As a result of the development of 
the natural resources of those districts, several new towns sprang up and 
thousands of people were directly benefited, thanks to the intelligence and 
energy of one man. 

The qualities which have caused Mr. Guffey to achieve phenomenal 
prosperity in business have also contributed to make him a power in poli- 
tics. He is a Democrat of the old school, firm as adamant in his loyalty to 
the principles of his party and always ready to make personal sacrifices for 
the party's benefit. At the last Democratic Convention (April 13, 1892), 
he made a magnificent fight against Secretary of the Commonwealth Har- 
rity for the succession to the late W. L. Scott as National Committeeman, 
but was defeated through the resources of the State administration. He 
was elected National Delegate, however, and laid the foundation of better 
things to come in future State contests. 

Mr. Guffey is married, and lives in the East End. 

(203) 




In him above, whose mien august 

Attests his high degree, 
Of politics the upper crust 
Exemplified you see. 

State robes to wear 

He does not care, 
Nor yet a golden crown, 

Although his fling 

He has as king 
Of Allegheny town. 



How did he ever rise to fill 
That place which men revere ? 

Explain the circumstance we will, 
If kindly you give ear. v 
By making flour 
That's known to tow'r 

'Way upwards in renown, 
He cast a spell 
On folks that dwell 

In Allegheny town. 



The Fourth ward is his dwelling-place : 

To Councils thence he went, 
And sought to knock out dodges base, 

Felonious in intent. 

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When, hand in hand, 

A noble band 
Of workers joined to down 

The ring machine, 

He helped to clean 
Out Allegheny town. 

J. Wyman being placed in hoc, . 

A may'r the people sought, 
Trustworthy, solid as a rock 
And never to be bought ; 

A man who'd try 

To keep an eye 
On folks like Murph and Brown ; 

The miller thus 

Became the boss 
Of Allegheny town. 

No more for fishing and the chase 

Or oarsmanship he cares : 
His feats henceforth alone embrace 
Municipal affairs. 

Whoever dreams 

Of shady schemes, 
Himself as well might drown, 

For firm and square 

Is now the may'r 
Of Allegheny town. 



WILLIAM M. KENNEDY. 



TTHLLIAM M. KENNEDY, the reform Mayor of Allegheny City, is a 

* ' figure of peculiar interest in local politics, representing, as he does, 

principles that are rarely triumphant under the prevailing political conditions. 

Mayor Kennedy is a son of R. T. Kennedy, and was born in 1844, on 
Western avenue, Allegheny, in the house now occupied by the McKnight 
family. He was educated at the Western University an Russell's Military 
school at New Haven, Conn. In 1875, he was united in marriage to Miss 
Eliza McClintock, daughter of Washington McClintock, an old Pittsburg 
carpet merchant. He entered the Pearl Milling Company (R. T. Kennedy 
& Bro.) about 1868, and in a short time acquired a thorough practical 
knowledge of the milling business. In 1870, he became a member of the 
firm of Marshall, Kennedy & Co., which succeeded the Pearl Milling Co., 
after the latter's plant had been destroyed by fire. His partnership in that 
concern still continues, and has been the means of placing Mr. Kennedy 
among the wealthiest of Allegheny's citizens. 

Mr. Kennedy entered politics three years ago, becoming a member of 
Select Council from the Fourth ward. He sided with the reform element 
from the first, and when the Allegheny Reform Association was organized, 
became one of its most valuable members. After Mayor Wyman's seat had 
been declared vacant and a successor was sought, William M. Kennedy won 
the Republican nomination easily, and was elected without opposition to 
the executive chair which Mayor Voegtly had occupied temporarily before 
him. He was inaugurated on May 2, 1892. 

Mayor Kennedy is an enthusiastic hunter and fisherman, and is Presi- 
dent of the Cheat Mountain Hunting Association, a member of the Western 
Pennsylvania Sportsmen's Association, and one of the founders of both or- 
ganizations. He has also taken a keen interest in the promotion of oars- 
manship, and was a leading supporter of the old Columbia Boat Club. 

His residence is at 21 Cedar avenue, Fourth ward, Allegheny. 

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"Oh, the spring, the beautiful spring," And the newsies his coming hilariously 
Is a song that this chappie might suitably greet 

sing. When they see him parade with his club 
Not the season that comes when the win- on the street. 

ter is gone, 

But the kind of a spring that we slumber TT . ...... 

He cares not a rap for political jobs, 

And the chaps in the league of Republi- 
can clubs 
He's a hustler in business, and makes lots Will tell you he harps on this singular 

of cash ; tune 

'Mid Republican clubmen he cuts quite a Since the one time he ran he was floored 

dash ; by a coon. 

The Americus marchers he's drilled by the 

., ! . i , 1 i j • , xt Perhaps it's as well that he's out of the 

And commissions he s held in the Na- 

tional Guard. „ r . . . , , 

For empty preferment and boss-ridden 

place ; 

At the home of the newsboys a big man is For in business, they say, he don't meet 

he, with a hitch, 

Drillmaster he's been, and he's still a And is happy, contented, and bound to 

trustee ; get rich. 

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A. J. LOGAN. 

MAJOR A. J. LOGAN was born in the East End, Pittsburg, in July, 1857. 
He received a liberal education, going through the public schools, 
and subsequently attending the Pennsylvania Military Academy at Chester, 
where he studied for two years. 

In 1876, Mr. Logan engaged in the upholstering business — his present 
occupation — in this city. Six years later he bought out Roenigk, Gill & 
Co., in which firm he was a partner, and in 1888 he built his present mam- 
moth establishment on Third avenue near Market street. This building 
measures 60x85 feet, and is seven stories high. It is the largest of its kind 
in the State. 

Mr. Logan is Quartermaster, with the rank of Major, in the National 
Guard, and is one of the most ardent military enthusiasts in Western Penn- 
sylvania. He is also a director in the Chamber of Commerce. He is a 
Republican in politics, and takes just pride in having been one of the found- 
ers of the Americus Club, in which society he has held the offices of trustee, 
treasurer, and captain of the marching organization. 

In all the relations of life Mr. Logan exhibits a uniformly estimable 
character. He" is one of those happily-endowed individuals who make friends 
easily, and rarely lose them. He is married, and resides in East Liberty. 

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^J^/^wf 



The "Doc?" — Aye, indeed, that's himself, you 
can bet, 
A hail fellow, well met, 
With no cause to regret 
That he's not an M. !)., but is known as a 
" Vet( » 

And of horses the maladies heals. 
It rejoices him vastly to think he eludes 

The fancies and moods l 

Of invalid dudes, 
Which a four-footed sufferer never obtrudes, 

Though ever so badly he feels. 



The " Doc " is a born Philadelphia lad, 
• And before him his dad 

Wide celebrity had, 
And has it as yet, with the consciousness glad 

That in years he still leads the " profesh." 
So by force of example and precept it came 

That the son proved his claim 

To inherit the fame 
Of his parent, and honors the family name 

By keeping the pride of it fresh. 



Gilt-edged is his trade, and his talents entice 

Folks to take his advice, 

And to put up the price, 
Which is fixed at a figure decidedly nice — 

No M. D. could do better than that. 



He's a State veterinarian, and justly he brags 

That for fire laddies' nags 

Striking physical snags 
He was first to prescribe, and at present he 
bags 

A moderate stipend thereat. 



For superior horse flesh, the "Doc" has an eye, 

And keeps a supply 

Of animals spry, 
Wherewith on occasion he makes the dust fly, 

And wearies the Forbes street backs. 
In society likewise he holds up his end, 

And has many a friend ' 

Unto whom he'll extend 
A welcome, whereon it is safe to depend 

That it ne'er in sincerity lacks. 



He's a stalwart Republican clubman, whose grip 

On his citizenship, 

We'll give you a tip, 
Is as firm as a rock, and he's managed to slip 

'Way up as a Mason besides. 
He's married, and counts as a family man 

Who goes on the plan 

That in life's little span 
He should have as much comfort as ever he 
can, 

And be happy, whatever betides. 

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DR. R. JENNINGS, Jr. 



"PvR. R. JENNINGS, Jr., the eminent veterinary surgeon, may be said to 
-*-^ have acquired his professional talent by inheritance. His father, R. 
Jennings, Sr., is the oldest veterinarian in the State. The elder Dr. Jen- 
nings organized the first veterinary college in America, which was chartered 
in Philadelphia in 1852, and served as its President. He is also the author 
of numerous standard treatises, among them "The Horse and His Diseases," 
"Cattle and Their Diseases," "Sheep, Swine, and Poultry," and "Horse 
Training Made Easy." 

Dr. Jennings, the younger, was born in Philadelphia in 185 1, and was 
educated at the public schools of that city. After four years' service in the 
wholesale and retail drug business, he entered the Philadelphia Veterinary 
College, where he graduated in 1871. 

Pittsburg offered a promising field, and here the young practitioner 
settled down, and opened up an establishment. His efficiency early placed 
him upon a prosperous footing, and he has since been regarded as occupy- 
ing the first place in his profession in this part of the State. For nineteen 
years he has had charge of the horses of the Pittsburg Fire Department, 
and his services to the municipality are highly esteemed. 

Dr. Jennings has been a member of Select Council from the Second ward 
for several years. He was Chairman of the City Property Committee from 
1886 to 1888, being the only Second ward Councilman who ever held that 
position. He is a Republican, and always a sincere and zealous partisan. 

Socially Dr. Jennings is held in high regard. He is the sOul of hospi- 
tality, entertains liberally, and the number of his friends is legion. 

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Though he's shaved off his beard, which He got into the School Board and did 

the artist has shown, quite a neat 

The face of this chap should be easily Stroke of work with his booklets, and 

known ; after this feat 

Like a monarch in Councils he sits on his In Councils he readily captured a seat, 



throne 
And the gavel right royally swings. 
He's a "popular" ruler, because he takes 

care 
In making decisions to act on the square 
By the boys from whose backing the 
principal share 
Of his pull with the Councilmen 
springs. 

Like another official who's in the top 

grade, 
As an agent for school-books some boodle 

he made 
And political cards so ingeniously played 
That bonanzas he managed to strike. 



For with folks in his ward he is " Mike." 

Now he thinks since that other official of 

note 
As book agent and sich was in just the 

same boat 
As himself, he's entitled to take off his 

coat 
And run for the other chap's place. 
But these seemingly parallel cases don't 

gee, 
For the other's reformed, and our hero, 

you see, 
Doesn't shout for reform. If he does, he 

will be 
Ignominiously barred from the race. 



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GEORGE L. HOLLIDAY. 



pEORGE L. HOLLIDAY was bom at Perth, Canada, May 19, 1845, M 
^* came to Ohio with his father when he was twelve years old. He at- 
tended an academy at Northwood, O., until he reached the age of eighteen, 
and then attended the Normal School at Lebanon, from which he graduated 
in the classical course in 1866. 

Shortly afterwards he came to Pittsburg, and from 1S69 until 1 881 was 
the local representative of Harper Bros.' Publishing House, He then be- 
came the representative of Ivison, Blakeman & Co., of Chicago, handling 
school-books only. 

A year after the consolidation of the South Side with the city, Mr. 
Holliday became a member of Councils from the 35th ward, and has since 
served uninterruptedly, part of the time in the Select branch, but for several 
years past as president of the Common branch. 

Mr. Holliday has been frequently mentioned for the Mayoralty, al- 
though he has as yet declined to seek the office. 

In his business affairs he has been very successful. He is president of 

the Duquesne Inclined Plane Railroad, of which he was one of the original 

projectors and is one of the heaviest stockholders. 

He was married in 1870 to Miss Mary T. Pringle, of New Concord, O, 

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This chap with the big mustache 

And the keen and piercing eye 
Is a merchant who locally cuts a dash, 
And we'll tell you the reason why : 

Shrewdness and grit, 

Quickness of wit, 
Industry, vigor and vim ; 

Hand-to-hand tussling, 

And toiling and hustling 
Have made a high roller of him. 



Of hammering metal he tired ; 

'Twas a job that lacked in " tone ; " 
So his tools in a sewer he fired, 
And set up in a "biz" of his own. 

A mine of luck 

He speedily struck 
With the novel instalment plan ; 

'Twas no mistake 

To make the break, 
For it made him a wealthy man. 



Low down he made a start, 

To his name he hadn't a cent, 
But he never was known to be faint of 
heart, 
And his hopes were of large extent. 
For many a day 
He plodded away 
As a blacksmith, with hammer in hand ; 
But 'twas easy to see 
That some day he would be 
A high muck-a-muck in the land. 

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His political faith is plain ; 

He belongs to the G. O. P. 
Of Matthew and Benny and old Jimmy 
Blaine 
Devotedly fond is he. 
By his club he swears, 
And oft declares 
The Americus cannot be downed ; 
And in every way 
His career, they say, 
Has been with prosperity crowned. 

12) 



WILLIAM H. KEECH. 



THE pioneer and most successful operator in the installment furniture 
business in Pittsburg, is W. H. Keech, whose advertisements have 
made his name familiar to every man, woman and child in Western Penn- 
sylvania. Mr. Keech was born in Washington County, July 17, 1854, and 
was educated for three winters at the public schools in his native place. On 
leaving school he went to work for his living, and at the same time applied 
his savings to securing private instruction after each day's work was done. 
In 1869, he came to Pittsburg, and after spending three years in various 
occupations, entered a furniture house as collector. In 1879, he started in- 
dependently as a furniture dealer, and prospered from the outset. He be- 
gan in a modest establishment on Wood street, and as through honorable 
dealing and judicious advertising, his business kept on increasing, he moved 
to more commodious quarters on Wood street, and finally to the palatial 
building on Penn avenue, which he now occupies. 

Mr. Keech is married and is the father of three children — two boys and 
a girl. He is an ardent Republican, and has been for seven years one of 
the leading spirits of the Americus Club, holding successively all the offices 
in the Club except that of President. The latter dignity was repeatedly 
offered to him, but he refused to take it on account of the demands of busi- 
ness. Mr. Keech has never been an aspirant for public office, but is a 
vigorous worker within the party lines. He is a bright, wide-awake, enter- 
prising citizen, and American to the core. 

(213) 




This shrewd-looking gent with the short- 
age of hair 

And the surplus of fiery-hued beard, 
In politics hustles with cleverness rare, 

And is widely respected and feared. 
They call him a hayseed because he re- 
sides 

In a township 'mid rustic galoots, 
Though it's little hayseediness ever abides 

In this slick individual's boots. 

In his youth from the "Black North " of 
Ireland he came,. 
And he sticks to his Scotch-Irish tricks ; 
He holds fast to King William, and thinks 

it a shame 
That the world should be bothered with 

. Micks. 
But for very good reasons he don't give 
away 
His anti-papistical views, 
For in working the voters it never would 
pay 



This racket in public to use. 



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As the boss of his township he's every- 
where known, 
But he isn't contented with that ; 
In county conventions his talent is shown 

For knocking his enemies flat. 
If he once forms a grudge, he holds on 
like a leech, 
As tenacious as any bull pup, 
And the victim can't hope to get out of 
his reach, 
For on scrapping he'll never let up. 

He's a Quay man at heart, not afraid of 
Magee, 
And no heeler to backcap him dares — 
Thus it comes that his Nobs was elected 
to be 
A director of county affairs. 
From this height he looks back on the 
boodle he's made 
Building wagons, and joyful he feels 
When he thinks what a cinch he has now 
on the trade 
Of " spoking " political wheels. 
14) 



JAMES G. WEIR. 



JAMES G. WEIR, the leading wagon-builder in Western Pennsylvania, 
was born in County Derry, Ireland, in 1835, an d was educated in the 
common schools of his native country. From 1852 to 1857 ne lived in 
Lanarkshire, Scotland, and emigrated thence to the United States, coming 
direct to Pittsburg. He learned the trade of wagon and carriage maker on 
Seventh avenue, and in i860 started in business for himself on the same 
street, opposite the old Neptune Engine House. In 1861 he removed to 
where the Union Station now stands, and in 1863 made another transfer, 
locating on Washington street, where he remained until he was burned out 
in the riots of 1877. He then established his factory on Liberty avenue 
between Thirteenth and Fourteenth streets, and continues to carry on there 
an extensive and lucrative trade. Mr. Weir received the only medals and 
diplomas awarded by the Pennsylvania State Fair during the years 1881, 
1882, and 1883. 

In 1887 he entered politics as a candidate for County Commissioner, 
and was defeated in the convention by only one vote. Three years later he 
ran for the same office, and was easily nominated and elected. 

Mr. Weir is one of the most valuable men that have ever served as Com- 
missioner. His business habits a'nd traditional Scotch-Irish prudence and 
far-sightedness, coupled with rigid honesty, render him an efficient guardian 
of the people's interests. He lives in O'Hara township, near Sharpsburg, 
and enjoys a wider range of acquaintance throughout the county than falls 
to the lot of more than one man out of a thousand. 

(215) 




Let not this gent's engaging air, 

And smile so innocent, 
Persuade you that he doesn't bear 

A power of large extent. 
For though he sports civilian dress 

And unofficial looks, 
That he's a corker all confess, 

When he gets in his hooks. 



Unto the fallen he's a friend, 

Full often we've heard tell 
How rounders he would recommend 

To Warner's big hotel. 
Thieves, bullies, murderers and thugs 

Alike his friendship know ; 
He fills his album with their mugs 

And takes them all in tow. 



A great philanthropist is he, 

And souls he seeks to win ; 
For, if his men poor sinners see, 

They always scoop them in, 
And then this chap his tender care 

Upon the waifs bestows, 
And lets them have a change of air, 

Likewise a change of clothes. 



Speak-easies tremble at his name, 

Card-sharpers shirk his eye ; 
High rollers dodge him just the same 

As do the smaller fry. 
And so this all-potential sharp 

Will plod on, till allowed 
To play forever on a harp 

And loaf upon a cloud. 
(216) 



john McAleese. 



A MOXG the host of officials employed in Allegheny County there is none 
* •* who enjoys a greater measure of public confidence, and enjoys it more 
deservedly, than John McAleese, the Warden of the count}- jail. Twenty 
years of service rendered the public in various capacities, without a blemish 
in his record, is the platform on which Mr. McAleese contested for and won 
the wardenship, at a time when the public demanded with one voice that 
only an absolutely trustworthy and competent man should receive the office. 

Mr. McAleese was born on March 10, 185 1, in the Thirteenth ward, 
then known as Pitt Township. His family is one of the oldest in the town- 
ship, his father having resided there for 60 years. The future Warden re- 
ceived his education in the public schools, and at the age of 17 learned the 
carpenter's trade. In 1872 he joined No. 5 Engine Company, and he was 
the foreman of that company for ten years. In 1888, Chief J. 0. Brown 
appointed him Inspector of the First police district. The responsibility at- 
tached to this position was great, and involved extraordinary labor and vig- 
ilance. Mr. McAleese, however, acquitted himself with conspicuous ability-, 
purged the down-town portion of the city of the thugs and loafers with 
which it was infested, and kept the political interlopers at bay, so that on his 
retirement after four years' service the press of the city was unanimous in 
commending his work and congratulating the prison board on his appoint- 
ment to take charge of the jail This event occurred on October 13, 1891, 
shortly after the escape of the notorious outlaw, Fred. C. Fitzsimmons, 
which led to the withdrawal of Warden John Berlin. 

Warden McAleese owes his success to his strict and inviolable fidelity 

to duty, coupled with a full consciousness of his obligations to the public. 

Hie life is regulated by military rule, and it may be said of him, as of few 

others holding public place, that he is an official "without fear and without 

reproach." 

(217) 




Hamlet, getting off the handle, 
Owing to domestic scandal, 

Struggled hard to find the key 
To the question, quite perplexing, 
Whether 'tis, midst troubles vexing, 

Best "to be or not to be." 



One herewith we're introducing, 
Who in policies producing 

Shows adroitness unsurpassed ; 
Youngest he of managerial 
Experts, yet to him imperial 

Conquests keep a-coming fast. 



Hamlet's views, of course, don't matter ; 
He, poor fellow ! at his latter 

End was rather prone to scoff; 
'Tis enough to be aware of 
This, that when we've had our share of 

Fun we all must shuffle off. 



Down on Wood street, near the bankers 
And the brokers — there he anchors 

Solidly his spanking craft ; 
"Home, Sweet Home," approximately 
Is its title ; thither lately 

Lots of trade the breezes waft. 



Man, proud man, since this the case is, 
Since against collapse our race is 

Absolutely unsecured ; 
Don't, like Hamlet, take to idle 
Thoughts and musing suicidal ; 

Go and get your life insured. 



Perseverance and endurance 
In the line of life insurance, 

Just as elsewhere, must succeed ; 
Hence, this young man enterprising, 
With facility surprising, 

Moves ahead and takes the lead. 
(218) 



H. B. MOESER. 



r PHE distinction of being the youngest insurance manager in Pennsylva- 
-*- nia, and a highly successful manager to boot, belongs to H. B. Moeser, 
who has charge of the affairs of the Home Life Insurance Company in the 
western district of Pennsylvania. Mr. Moeser is the son of Louis Moeser, 
the German consul in Pittsburg, who has resided here since 1842. The 
young man is a native of this city,- and was educated in Allegheny. For 
three years he was associated with his father in the management of a large 
shipping agency, and also in the pursuit of architecture. Eleven years ago 
he entered the insurance business, his natural adaptability to which gave 
him a quick mastery of its details. After spending a considerable period in 
the employ of another company, he accepted the position of manager for 
the company which he now serves. His efficiency is, perhaps, best attested 
by the fact that in four months, dating from the time of his appointment, 
three times as much business was done under his control as had been done 
in an entire year previously. 

Mr. Moeser claims for his company that it is the best of its kind in the 
country. The local office at 533 Wood street is one of the most commodi- 
ous and handsomely-appointed in Pittsburg, reflecting in its equipment the 
prosperous condition of the company's business under the competent guid- 
ance of the young manager. 

(219) 




In this age of invention, 

When all is contention 
To see who in brains is supreme, 

The railroad contractor 

Stands high as a factor 
In helping the workings of steam. 

Though of patents he's heedless 

And finds that it's needless 
Original schemes to concoct, 

Yet the railroads require him 

And know when they hire him 
They're bound to be heavily socked. 



For Wallace he struggled 
And fain would have juggled 

With Pattison's iron-clad grip ; 
And now like a lion 
He's loose with his eye on 

A national delegateship. 
In looks he's a daisy 
And sets the girls crazy ; 

He's single, and, therefore, you know, 
For his beauty and riches 
The cute little witches 

Would cheerfullv take him in tow. 



The one that we sing of 

Makes quite a good thing of 
The contracts that drop in his lap, 

And — most comforting this is — 

It's rarely he misses 
His profits, or meets a mishap. 

Democracy's banner 

He hoists in a manner 
That shows he is ready to slap 

Any Quay-ridden sinner, 

And so he's been winner 
In many a desperate scrap. 



Though of jobs no supporter, 
He lives in the quarter 

Where Chris is the monarch of all. 
With the gang cheek by jowl he 
Stays, wondering howUl he 

In politics e'er make a haul. 

But with visage that's cheery 
He faces O'Leary 

And others that train with the ring, 
For however they view him 
They cannot hoodoo him 

Nor keep him from having his fling. 
( 220 ) 



WILLIAM E. HOWLEY. 



'"PHE railroad contracting business furnishes a field for some of the most 
-*- progressive and brainy of our citizens, and in this category William E. 
Howley may fitly be classed. Mr. Howley was born in old Pitt township, 
now the Fourteenth ward, Pittsburg, in 1861. He was educated at the 
ward schools and the High School, and is also a graduate of Duff's College. 
From 1875 to 1880, he was employed as a. clerk in the Crescent Tube Works. 
He then assumed a clerkship in the City Assessor's office, and retained that 
position until 1882. From 1882 to 1887, he was in the service of the Penn- 
sylvania Company. He then entered the railroad contracting business, his 
aptitude for which was such as to place him almost immediately on the high- 
road to prosperity. Large and remunerative contracts were entrusted to 
him from the first, and his profits nowadays entitle him to rank among our 
most prosperous citizens. 

Mr. Howley is a Democrat on principle, and labors to emphasize his 
political principles by rendering material assistance to his party. He at- 
tends the party conventions and uses his best efforts to procure the strength- 
ening of the Democratic county organization, and rescue it from the in- 
fluence of the local Republican ring. He is one of the pillars of the Colum- 
bus Club. 

( 221 ) 




He that's endowed with these features 
symmetrical, 

Odd though it seems, is an expert elec- 
trical. 

Curious secrets of science he knows, 

Yet thereof not a trace in his visage he 
shows. 

Wires he supplies that play havoc with 

gloominess, 
Bearing a fluid of radiance luminous, 
Currents establishes, sure to surpass 
In effect the enfeebled achievements of 

gas. 

Searching his record for facts biographical, 
Early we find him at work typographical, 
Struggling in Beaver, and hard was his 

case, 
For he slaved at the "galleys," and "pi " 

had to chase. 

Next he went out to a land territorial, 
Opened up there the first manor seignorial. 
Stayed in Dakota for many a year, 
And in farming was reckoned a bold 
pioneer. 

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Home he returned with the triumph he 

merited, 
Tackled thereafter a business inherited, 
Handed right down from the sire of his sire, 
Insurance it was against losses by fire. 

Soon came the day when that project 
idealized, 

Lighting by wire, was substantially realized . 

Into the field with his partner he went, 

And he never had cause of the act to re- 
pent. 

Now we may say without verging on flat- 
tery, 

No one knows better the use of a battery ; 

The flashes from lightning, from thunder 
the bolts, 

He extracts for his ohms and revamps for 
his volts. 

Young though he be— still from forty re- 
mote he is ; 
Fairly on prosperous waters afloat he is, 
Murkiness never encounters his gaze, 
But his atmosphere's filled with a lucra- 
tive haze. 

o 



GILBERT A. HAYS. 



TI7TIEN the electrical industry began to receive active development, 
' ' Gilbert A. Hays was one of the first Pittsburgers to perceive and take 
advantage of its possibilities. Mr. Hays is practically a native of this city, 
having been born just outside the municipal limits. He is now 37 years of 
age, and has spent most of his life in Pittsburg. 

Thrown on his own resources, at an early age, he was compelled to leave 
school sooner than most boys, to earn his bread and butter. He learned the 
printing business at Beaver Falls, and was a compositor there for ten years. 
He then went West in the interest of Clark & Thaw, and opened for that firm 
the first farm in Dakota Territory, thus earning the title of the pioneer 
farmer of Dakota. 

On the death of his grandfather, Mr. Hays returned to Pittsburg and 
assumed charge of the fire insurance business established by his relatives. 
His grandfather had been proprietor of a prosperous agency for thirty years, 
and Mr. Hays has continued the business for thirteen years, in connection 
with a partner, under the firm name of Hays & Lowry, at No. 59 Fourth 
Avenue. 

Three years ago, Mr. Hays organized the Iron City Electric Company 
at No. no Wood street, and he is now president of that concern, with Hor- 
ace F. Lowry as secretary and treasurer. Mr. Lowry is well known as the 
founder of the Telegraph, now merged into the Chronicle-Telegraph. The 
original capital. of the electric company was only a few hundred dollars, but 
it now does a business of $60,000 per annum, and is patronized by the best 
firms in the city. ■ 

Mr. Hays married Miss Fleming, daughter and heiress of Joseph Flem- 
ing, the druggist and wine merchant, and has five children. 

( 22 3) 




" Marron glace" the Frenchmen say — 

It means a frozen chestnut. 
But thus to twit and basely hit 

The man above you'd best not. 
With all his faults, 'gainst such assaults 

He's proof, and in his chosen 
Pursuits is free from ways that be 

Chestnutical or frozen. 

Observe him well — his looks should tell 

At once that he's a lawyer, 
In books immersed and deeply versed 

In Terminer and Oyer. 
His eye is fierce as though 'twould pierce 

An enemy with fury ; 
By all accounts he thus surmounts 

The views of judge and jury. 

In rhetoric he's deuced quick, 

And never gets bombastic ; 
But, when he likes, right home he strikes 

With language that's sarcastic. 

(2 



At crucial times his tongue he primes 

V/ith language vitriolic ; 
And so to make opponents quake 

Appears to him a frolic. 

Like Cicero he lets 'er go 

When he defends a felon ; 
His fluent tongue and strength of lung 

The court-room cast a spell on. 
The witness that might knock him flat 

He hastens to belittle ; 
And when he's through, what can they do 

But grant him an acquittal ? 

So too he floors forensic bores 

In litigation civil ; 
And drives the spear of logic clear 

Through prosiness and drivel. 
That's why he stands a head and hands 

Above those chaps who star on 
Pure nerve and brass, the only class 

Described in French as " marron." 
24) 



JOHN MARRON. 



N point of ability as a criminal lawyer, and especially as a cross-examiner, 
John Marron, Esq., is inferior to none and excelled by few of his 
brother professionals in the State. His tact, keenness and faculty of ready 
retort have made him feared as well as respected, and the possession of 
these qualities renders him a veritable tower of strength in pleading crimi- 
nal cases. Mr. Marron was born in the Eighth ward, Pittsburg, in 1856. 
He attended the public schools, and finished his studies under the direction 
of private tutors. His bent was naturally towards the law, for which pur- 
suit he prepared himself in the office of the late Marshall Schwartzwelder, 
a memorable figure in his day. Mr. Marron was called to the bar about 15 
years ago. His brilliant talents placed him at once upon a prosperous 
footing, and he has been conspicuously before the public ever since. He is 
an indefatigable worker, tenacious, irrepressible, never yielding an inch of 
ground to an adversary without a hard struggle. 

Mr. Marron takes an interest in politics without developing into a poli- 
tician, and leans to the Democratic side. He is unmarried, and lives' with 
his mother in Allegheny City. 

(225) 




From the handsome hotel where this gen- 
tleman sits 
In the pride of proprietorship, 
He looks back to the days when he used 
to give fits 
To the people who came 
His attention to claim 
And with foot-gear themselves to equip. 

World-famed were the pedal adornments 
he sold, 
And with him it was bootless to vie ; 
Though of slipper-y customers oft he got 
hold 
Who'd dishonor a bill, 
Yet no whiteness of Gill 
Or confusion in him you'd descry. 

A magnificent fortune of course he amassed, 
And from mercantile channels retired ; 
Then his eye on a gilt-edged investment 
he cast ; 
'Twas a Wood street hotel 
With a patronage swell — 
And the same he directly acquired. 

The previous owners from ages remote 
Had been Democrats straight through 
and through, 



But the newcomer gloried in casting his vote 
And in doing his best 
With unusual zest 
Right along for Republicans true. 

Still political feeling can never affect 

His engaging and pleasant address, 
The courtesy polished that trav'lers expect 
He exhibits in ways 
That win nothing but praise ; 
As a host he's a real success. 

"All the comforts of home," he will tell 
you, are found 
In his house, and its glories to paint 
He is able in periods flowing and round, 
Which we needn't recite, 
Though record it we might 
That the hostelry's named for a saint. 

Do you marvel that when he goes over 
his rooms 
(They're a hundred in number, 'tis 
said,) 
That an aspect of pleasure supreme he 
assumes, 
And stoutly contends 
That his mansion transcends 
Ev'ry rival and stands at the head? 
26) 



CHARLES S. GILL. 



TO the traveling public the name of Charles S. Gill is suggestive of that 
combination of hospitality and tact which is essential in the ideal land- 
lord of an ideal modern hotel. To a very large circle of Pittsburgers it 
suggests a personality long and favorably associated with local progress and 
naturally an object of esteem. Mr. Gill is the proprietor of the St. Charles 
Hotel, at Third avenue and Wood street. He was born in Allegheny City, 
of Scotch parents, in 1838. His mother is still living, having attained the 
ripe age of 87 years. She is a pleasant, lovable lady, well versed in Burns 
and other poets. 

Mr. Gill was educated in the public schools. At the age of 14, he en- 
gaged in mercantile pursuits with his father on Wood street. In 1872, their 
place of business was removed to Liberty street, but they returned to Wood 
street later on. 

In 1888, Mr. Gill became proprietor of the St. Charles Hotel, an estab- 
lishment of high reputation. The house contains over 100 rooms, is con- 
ducted on the American plan, and contains all modern conveniences, includ- 
ing natural gas and incandescent lights throughout. Mr. Gill believes in 
the efficacy of home comforts as distinguished from the bare and inhospit- 
able accommodations which foreign visitors are wont to describe as the 
curse of hotels in the United States. He aims at making his patrons enjoy 
their visits, and the fact that his establishment is always full is the best 
possible demonstration that his policy is the right one. 

Mr. Gill was married in 1868. In politics he is a consistent adherent 

of the Republican party, and he is the first of that political creed that has 

ever controlled the St. Charles. 

(227) 




From the features of this person you will 
readily observe 

That he's blest with lots of shrewdness and 
a large amount of nerve. 

You might think him a detective, or a 
lightning auctioneer, 

But he does a quiet business as a finan- 
cier. 

There's- a ticker in his office which won't 

tell you what's o'clock, 
For it's not the kind of ticker that a fellow 

puts in hoc. 
It keeps grinding out the figures which 

are needed to make clear 
The proper lay to work on as a financier. 

When he's sized the figures up, our hero 

gaily sallies forth, 
And proceeds to shake the market up for 

all that he is worth ; 

( 22 



'Mid the bulls and bears he operates, and 

helps the lambs to shear, 
For shearing is the business of a financier. 

If you want to buy on margins, he is sure 

to treat you right ; 
As long as you've the cash, he'll buy you 

everything in sight. 
And when your pile's exhausted, he will 

drop a briny tear, 
And remark that you're not built to be a 

financier. 

By dint of operating thus, his bank ac- 
count he's swelled ; 

His bulling and his bearing never yet have 
been excelled ; 

And so the little fish on 'Change this lucky 
chap revere, 

For they know he's made the riffle as a 
financier. 

) 



GEORGE B. HILL 



'"PWENTY-FIVE years of tireless industry, together with a remarkable 
'■*-■ genius for financiering, have placed George B. Hill at the head of the 
fraternity of stock brokers in Pittsburg. Mr. Hill's history is that of a self- 
made man, who sought and found his own opportunities, and is able now, at 
the summit of his prosperity, to make the pardonable boast that he has to 
"thank no man for a dollar." Mr. Hill's first business venture is a signifi- 
cant index to the whole character of the man. When a mere boy he took 
advantage of a school vacation to open a store, in partnership with a young 
companion. The assets did not exceed $100, and for their capital the boys 
were indebted to a good-natured merchant. The partner managed the 
store, while George went abroad and drummed up business. On the third 
day the partner decamped with the assets. George reported the calamity 
to the merchant, and undertook to devise means of paying off the indebted- 
ness. The merchant owned some property which had long been unmarket- 
able. Young Hill went among the capitalists, found a purchaser, and his 
commission on the deal more than paid the indebtedness of the defunct firm. 

In 1865 Mr. Hill came to Pittsburg, and in 1867 commenced business 
as a broker and dealer in stocks. Since then he has figured in some of the 
greatest stock deals on record in the State. Perhaps the most extensive of 
these was the famous gas stock deal, out of which grew the Philadelphia 
Gas Company. 

In July, 1 88 1, Mr. W. I. Mustin was admitted to partnership, and three 
years later Mr. John D. Nicholson was also taken into the firm, which has 
since been known under the title of George B. Hill & Co. 

Mr. Hill's individual interests are large and varied. He is a director 
of all these companies : The Pittsburg, Allegheny & Manchester R. R. Co., 
the Pittsburg & Manchester Traction Co., the Second National Bank of Alle- 
gheny, and the Standard Underground Cable Co., and he is President of the 
Allegheny Traction Co. The offices of his firm are at No. 1 1 1 Fourth 
Avenue. 

(229) 




Is he French ? Is he Dutch ? Is he a Rus- 
sian or a Swede ? 
Is he Spanish, Swiss or Polish, or of Anglo- 
Saxon breed ? 
Not a bit ; just see his face, 
And you'll quickly tell his race ; 
To find out that he's an Irishman a glance 
is all you need. 



Many a year he worked in Pittsburg mak- 
ing safes and bolts and locks, 
Which would stand the heat of Hades and 
the worst of earthly shocks ; 
And such headway has he made 
That he now controls the trade, 
And whoever would compete with him to 
smithereens he knocks. 



There's pugnacity and jollity, good-heart- 

edness and grit, 
All together in his features by the hand of 
nature writ, 
It would take a stupid crank 
To mistake him for a Yank, 
For a brogue that's rich and mellow-toned 
sets off his Irish wit. 



You can see his products picturesque in 

offices and stores, 
Or sized up by the populace as they're 
hauled to upper floors. 
Far and near they're in request, 
North and south and east and west, 
And they carry the maker's name in great 
big letters on the doors. 



There was little to be gotten in the verdant 

land of Pat, 
So he traveled to the land where all are 
rich and sleek and fat. 
When he bid his friends good-bye, 
"Don't forget," he said, "that I 
Will come back when I'm a millionaire " 
(the Irish all say that). 



Will he e'er go back to Ireland to remain 

and spend his pile ? 
Only ask him till you see him crack a 
monumental smile. 
He'll admit that it would be a 
Most nonsensical idea 
To return and live his life out in that one- 
horse little isle. 



(230) 



THOMAS BARNES. 



TT fHEREVER the famous Barnes Safe is used — and that means every - 
' ' where throughout the United States and in many foreign countries — 
the name of Thomas Barnes is known and respected. Mr. Barnes was born 
at Dublin, Ireland, in December, 1817, and was educated in his native city. 
He emigrated to the United States in June, 1836, and in the same year set- 
tled in Pittsburg, securing employment in the first safe shop established here. 

There he learned the rudiments of safe-making and laid the foundations 
of the prosperity which came to him in later years. The young Irishman 
was too enterprising to be kept long in the capacity of a subordinate. See- 
ing a field of wider scope before him, he entered the safe business on his 
own account as a member of the firm of Burke & Barnes. This concern was 
a success from the start. 

In 1872, Mr. Burke withdrew from the firm, and Mr. Barnes assumed 
sole control. He at once began the enlargement of the works, and by judi- 
cious management the business was extended to mammoth proportions, 
until now it is the largest of its kind in the State. 

Mr. Barnes has been a lifelong Democrat. He served three years in 
Common Council from the Third ward, but, aside from that experience, he 
has never surrendered much of his time to the pursuit of politics and its 
rewards. He is a plain, unassuming gentleman, noted for the integrity of 
his character and his insistence upon strict business principles. 

(23O 




Base amateur, scoot, with your measly kodak 
At the art photographic don't dare take a 

whack 
While the chap in the picture's around; 
For 'tis he has the knack, there is nary a 

doubt, 
On demand ev'ry kind of good looks to grind 

out; 
There is no room for tyros when he is about — 
Their efforts he's sure to confound. 

Size him up as he stands with Delsartean grace, 
A majestic expression appears on his face, 

Which seems very plainly to say : 
"I'm boss of my trade and my rivals defy; 
Your tin-types and such like are all in my eye; 
I alone can take hold of a regular guy 

And make him look fairer than day." 

With an eye for effect that is cunning and keen, 
His victim he plants at a posing machine, 

With a landscape built round him to suit. 
"Now, steady," he says, "crack a heavenly 

smile; 
Don't stir for your life, or the plate you will 

spoil," 
Then he slings round a little brass cap for awhile 
And, eureka ! — the picture's a " beaut." 

(23 



When he touches 'er up, then the fine work comes 

in; 
The long and the short folks, the fat and the thin, 

The pug-nosed, and people who squint, 
Must be done up in style with a delicate brush, 
Till Adonis and Venus are put to the blush 
And the subjects are sure o'er the likeness to gush 

And pay for the same without stint. 

His devotion to art has repaid itself well, 
So that now he is socially known as a swell, 

A high-flyer at fashion, in fact. 
And they say that his profits in oil have been 

steep, 
Which enables him thoroughbred horses to keep, 
And go fishing for tarpon in Gulf waters deep, 

Where Quay does the fisherman act. 

There are others who try to keep level with him, 
But they never can make it— they're not in the 

swim, 
The cream of the business he nabs; 
And though envious tongues at his handiwork 

strike, 
He lets them abuse him as much as they like, 
For he's top o' the heap, and he feels that he's 

Mike, 
And despises their mean little dabs. 

2) 



B. L. H. DABBS. 



BL. H. DABBS, the leading photographer in Pennsylvania, was born in 
• London in 1839. While he was still a child, his parents came to this 
country. His father, George Dabbs, was one of the pioneers of the photo- 
graphic supply trade in America, being first a member of the firm of L. 
Chapman & Co., of New York, and, subsequent to 1856, senior partner in 
the firm of George Dabbs & Co., of Philadelphia. Thus the young B. L. 
H. Dabbs early became conversant with the details of the business in which 
he has since taken such a high place. 

Mr. Dabbs came to Pittsburg in 1861, and opened a store for the sale 
of ambrotype and photographic supplies. In the same year he purchased 
the gallery of a Mr. Rorah, Nos. 90 and 92 Federal street, Allegheny, and 
entered the field of artistic photography. His work was a revelation to the 
people of Pittsburg and vicinity, and commanded prompt appreciation. 

In 1864, Mr. Dabbs removed to Pittsburg, and established the largest 
photograph gallery in the State at 46 and 48 Sixth street. So rapidly did 
the demand for his photographs increase that, in 1869, he sold out his busi- 
ness as a dealer in photographic materials. Since then he has devoted all 
his time and talents to the taking of portraits and the development of the 
photographic art. 

In 1876, he removed to his present quarters at 602 Liberty street- 
There he has gathered around him a corps of operators and auxiliary art- 
ists not excelled in the country. Mr. Dabbs is thus enabled to turn out 
pictures unrivalled in the two cities for their striking, truthful and singularly 
artistic character. He has the rare gift of discerning the most natural ex- 
pression of his subjects, and his manner inspires confidence. 

Mr. Dabbs is quick to adopt the latest inventions, and experimental 
study has always had his closest attention. He stands among photog- 
raphers, as with the public, in excellent repute ; his energy is unabating, 
and clientage is his constantly increasing. 

He resides with his family in a handsome mansion on Hiland avenue, 
East End, where he has one of the finest art libraries in the city. 

( 2 33) 




W. C. CONNELLY. 



See the Colonel on his charger, just a 
thirsting for the fray, 

You can tell from his habiliments that 
fighting is his lay, 

With his flashing sword and buttons bright, 
deny it if you can, 

If ever there was a soldier slick, the Colo- 
nel is the man. 

Determination lurks in those mustaches 

fiercely curled ; 
The cut of his beard and whiskers bids 

defiance to the world. 
When Providence of humanity blocked 

out the final plan 
She topped off with a soldier, and the 

Colonel is the man. 

The Colonel's on the Governor's staff, and 
that's the reason why 

He never has had a chance to fight, though 
blood is in his eye. 

But if the God of battles e'er the uni- 
verse should scan 

For a chap to take Napoleon's place, the 
Colonel is the man. 



In private life the Colonel drives a journ- 
alistic quill ; 

He's worked the racket for many a year 
and means to work it still. 

He sends the news all over the globe from 
Oshkosh to Japan, 

And if ever a scribbler struck it rich, the 
Colonel is the man. 

If the Colonel's asked the question, can 

he decently afford 
To recognize the graphic pen as mightier 

than the sword? 
He answers, " Both are weapons that place 

a hero in the van." 
And of course, if ever a hero lived, the 

Colonel is the man. 

When Pattison's term runs out, alas ! the 

Colonel will collapse, 
W T ith other eminent Democrats, that hold 

official snaps ; 
But if ever a Democrat proved his claim, 

since history began, 
To posterity's kind remembrance, then 

the Colonel is the man. 



( 2 34) 




CONTROLLER JAMES BROWN. 



Perhaps you'll think this chap's a jay 
Because his attire is "neglige ; " 
If so, and you feel inclined to scoff, 
From the truth you'll be a long way off; 
For, though he don't hustle or raise much 

fuss, 
He can turn a trick with the best of us, 
And he's studied the art from baby- 
hood 
Of saying little and sawing wood. 

The groundwork in this line he laid 

In early life at the carpenter trade ; 

"A higher plane I'll seek," thought he; 

" But filed away I'll never be." 

Vice charmed him not the smallest bit, 

And his chiseled face was always lit 

With a smile, for he augured nothing but 

good 
From saying little and sawing wood. 

In Allegheny, his dwelling-place, 
His circle of friends increased apace, 
And, urged by them, he set his cap 
For a modest little political snap — 



Assessor's clerk was about his size 
As a starting-point from which to rise, 
And he got there because of the likelihood 
Of his saying little and sawing wood. 

As a politician he forged ahead 

"Try for Controller," some one said. 

Out he came as a candidate, 

And captured a place on the winning slate. 

Though twenty years since then have 

passed, 
To the self-same job he still sticks fast, 
And he holds his own, as few people could, 
By saying little and sawing wood. 

Morals in verse don't amount to much, 
But we'll sling one in for a finishing touch : 
The man who raises the biggest hurrah 
Is only too often a man of straw ; 
While quiet ducks, like our North Side 

friend, 
Are apt to come out on top in the end ; 
For there's nothing that wins fame, friends 

and " bood " 
Like saying little and sawing wood. 

35) 




Here's a canny son of Scotland, who for- 
sook the Land o' Cakes, 

And came hither with an empty purse to 
play for heavy stakes ; 

A fortune he could shovel up, by some one 
he was told, 

Since the streets were strewn with jewels 
and the sidewalks heaped with gold. 



Later on he went to Councils, and ar- 
ranged with Chris Magee 

In twenty thousand years or so to make 
the bridges free ; 

Says Chris : " Old man, you're welcome 
bridge arrangements to control ;" 

Whereupon he winked at Andy — aye, and 
Andy smiled a smole. 



Now this fortune-making process some- 
how didn't come to pass, 

So our hero came to Pittsburg, where he 
worked at blowing glass ; 

And he blew with such dexterity that 
'twasn't very long 

Till he found himself distinguished and 
politically strong. 



Now the South Side bridges are not free, 
but Andy's quick to claim 

That the cash to free them vanishes, and 
that he is not to blame ; 

And you'll notice that in stating thus the 
merits of the case 

An entrancing look of innocence illumi- 
nates his face. 



When the horny-handed sons of toil per- 
ceived his happy knack 

Of speechifying publicly they clapped him 
on the back, 

Saying, "Andy, boy, you're just the lad to 
plead the workers' cause ;" 

Then they sent him down to Harrisburg 
to work at making laws. 



Andy's now a full-fledged barrister — un- 
usually flip ; 

He would dearly love to get the county 
prosecutorship ; 

But if he's going to manage it we really 
can't see how, 

Though both Chris and William seem to 
think he's strictly in it now. 



(236) 



A. C. ROBERTSON. 



THE "canny Scot," who combines shrewd caution with close-flstedness, is 
not exactly typified in "Andy" Robertson, who, though a Scotchman 
born, has all the free-handed, easy-going tendencies of Cousin Pat, of the 
Emerald Isle. 

Mr. Robertson was born in the city of Glasgow, May 4, 1850. He was 
left an orphan at the age of seven years, and spent one year in an orphan 
asylum. Young "Andy's" independence was not to be cramped, however, 
and he took French leave of the asylum, returning to the friends among 
whom he had spent his infancy. He secured employment as water boy in 
a glass house, and thus, at eight years of age, earned his own living. 

The youth's educational advantages were small, his only schooling 
being what he had obtained in the orphanage. In 1863 he was bound as an 
apprentice to learn the glass trade. Two years later he deserted his em- 
ployers and came to the United States. When he landed in New York he 
had just ten cents in his pocket. A friend took him to Philadelphia, and he 
worked at the glass trade in that city and also in New Hampshire and 
Massachusetts. After one year's sojourn in this country, he returned to 
Scotland on a visit, and remained there five months. 

In 1867 Mr. Robertson came to Pittsburg and secured work here at his 
trade as a bottle-blower. This calling he pursued for sixteen years, work- 
ing at it in almost every State where glass-houses are located. 

Meanwhile he managed to educate himself, and his gift of oratory, 
coupled with other talents, made him prominent among the labor element, 
and finally brought him to the front as a politician on the Republican side. 
In 1882 he was elected to the Legislature, in which body he served contin- 
uously until 1888. In that year he resigned, to run for the unexpired term 
of the Select Councilman from the Thirty-fifth ward. He was re-elected 
twice afterwards, and is now serving his third term. He has been a delegate 
to all the Republican State Conventions in the past five years, and in the 
convention of '92 he made the speech nominating the present State Treasurer. 

Mr. Robertson commenced the study of law in 1887, and was admitted 
to the bar in June, 1890. He has a good practice, which keeps constantly 
growing, and he has been engaged in the trial of all kinds of cases, from 
murder down. 

(237) 




The General Agent to-day we describe And deprived of some privilege granted 

And an excellent sample he is of the tribe the rest. 
Whom the railroads incessantly keep on 

the go With so much to engross him, you'd think 

To give business a boom and keep traffic without doubt 

in tow. That his intellect early would have to 

play out, 

lie is not an underling — that you may That the Erie and Western certainly must 

guess Fill his place pretty soon or be likely to 

From the dignity great that his features " bust." 

express, 

But officially stands at the top of the tree Now the fact of the matter is this : He's 

And to multifold interests carries the key. the kind 

Of a hustler that thrives on a terrible 

Complaints he considers and rates he ad- grind, 

justs And when work's mounting up in a des- 

For firms, individuals, syndics and trusts ; perate way 

Other agents he meets and profoundly He just beams through his glasses and 

pow-wows, marks it O. K. 
It is thus they stave off periodical rows. 

Withal he's a sociable, affable soul 

To Andrew Carnegie he'll mention a price Who won't measure a man by the size of 

For shipping steel rails, or he'll tender his roll ; 

advice And whatever of corporate sins we may say, 

To the humblest beginner who thinks he's Not a symptom of guilt does the Agent 

oppressed display. 

(238) 



SAMUEL P. WOODSIDE. 



AN excellent specimen of the vigorous, pushing railroad man is S. P. 
Woodside, General Agent of the New York, Lake Erie & Western 
R. R. Mr. Woodside is the son of Hugh Woodside, of Allegheny, and was 
born and reared in that city. He attended the public schools and finished 
his education at Newell's Institute, Pittsburg. His start in life was obtained 
as a clerk with the Pennsylvania Company under C. L. Cole. In this em- 
ployment he remained from 1877 to 1880, and then became a clerk with 
the New York, Lake Erie & Western Company, under Sam P. Shane, at 
that time General Agent for the Company. 

In the early part of 1884, the Pittsburg & Western Railroad enlisted Mr. 
Woodside's services in a clerical capacity, and he did duty under F. A. 
Dean until June 1st of that year, when he was appointed agent for the 
Globe Fast Freight Line. That position he held until February, 1885. He 
then entered the Globe Line's general office at Buffalo, where he spent three 
months paving the way for fresh advancement. 

From Buffalo, Mr. Woodside returned to Pittsburg, having been appointed 
contracting agent for the New York, Lake Erie & Western road under Mr. 
Shane. In 1886, he served the B. & O. Railroad in the same capacity under 
C. S. Wright, and continued with that road until the latter part of July, 1887, 
when he returned to the New York, Lake Erie & Western, this time as gen- 
eral agent, succeeding Mr. Shane, who had been appointed general freight 
agent for the same line. Mr. Woodside still holds this position, and dis- 
charges its responsibilities with capability above the average. Railroad 
men regard him as one of the brightest and most useful men in the business. 
His courteous and obliging disposition renders him a universal favorite, and 
visibly enhances his usefulness to the Company. 

(239) 




PROF. B. C. JILLSON. 



See the dignified geologist, his hammer in his And expatiates on animals that elephants would 

hand, dwarf, 

After stony curiosities he dodges through the Loafing down around the river bank and sleep- 
land; ing on the wharf. 
Real English are his whiskers, and the wind that 

whistles through Then he strikes the glacial period and reels off 
Their luxuriance extensive has as much as it can stories queer 

d°- Of the neighborhood's being frozen through and 

through for many a year, 

You can guess it from his countenance that teach- And if any one should doubt him, he demolishes 

ing is his trade, them quite, 

He looks so dictatorial, methodical and By producing labeled cobble-stones to prove that 

staid; he is right. 

In his eye there lurks the evidence of thoughtful- 

ness profound, Of our local people's college he was formerly the 
And he loves the young idea with his learning to boss 

confound. But he left to take the West by storm, and many 

mourned his loss; 

First he bangs them with the records of the meta- Yet the West would not be stormed, and like the 

morphic age, needle to the pole, 

When there weren't any animals upon this To the college he came back, though in a second- 
earthly stage, ary role. 
Then he springs the early fossils, and goes on 

with purpose fell If you want to get a glimpse of him, meander up 
Of the strata that come later fishy narratives to the hill, 

tell. On the top of which he labors useful knowledge 

to instill, 

On the era carboniferous he dwells with ghoulish And amid the " A's " and " B's " and " C's " and 

glee, " D's," as they are called, 

Making cracks about the woods that in this You will find this festive scientist triumphantly 

region used to be, installed. 

(240) 




PROF. J. P. McCOLLUM. 



Shade of Mozart, though it goes hard 

To recall you from the tomb, 
You may trust us, 'tis but justice 

Leads us thusly to presume. 
Since we sing of one who's king of 

Mozart clubmen, and whose track 
Nicely gees with and agrees with 

Yours — we mean Director Mac. 



Periodic feats melodic 

In the elder City hall ; 
To the classes and the masses 

He supplies and suits 'em all. 
Mozart's measures, priceless treasures. 

Valiantly his aids attack. 
All are captured, quite enraptured, 

By this same Director Mac. 



He is pensive, inoffensive, 

Massive-browed and dreamy-eyed. 
Moods harmonic are the chronic 

State in which his thoughts abide. 
Strains entrancing keep a-dancing 

Through his brain, nor does he lack 
Power to bring 'em forth and sing 'em ; 

Strong-lunged is Director Mac. 

When before his eye the score is, 

And the baton in his hand ; 
Then he'll tower high in power, 

Greatest monarch in the land. 
Softly, loudly, gently, proudly, 

Drawing with artistic knack 
From the chorus chants sonorous, 

Glorious is Director Mac. 



Mac no longer as in younger 

Days elusive wealth must chase. 
When perspiring, he was firing 

Type in at a printer's case. 
Nor when braving fate and craving 

Fame he struck another tack, 
With surprising vocalizing, 

Bent on being "Director" Mac. 

Now he collars shining dollars 

With surpassing grace and ease ; 
Upper-tendom to commend him 

Hastens and planks down the fees. 
Singers pet him and beset him 

With demands their claims to back, 
Wholly blissful and successful 

Is this same Director Mac. 
(241 ) 




PROF. H. W. FISHER. 



Tell us not of Pestalozzi, 

Widely known to fame because he 

Ran a school-room in a quasi 

Philosophic way. 
Give us, please, a rest on Froebel, 
Lauded as the first man able 
Kindergart'ning on a stable 

Basis to essay. 

These back numbers are exploded; 
Why with them be overloaded 
And well-nigh to madness goaded 

By their tiresome names, 
When the latter-day professor, 
Though a luminary lesser, 
Is of genius the possessor, 

And distinction claims? 

He of whom we show the features 
Typifies our modern teachers, 
None of your fandango-preachers, 

Full of puff and blow; 
But an earnest, zealous plodder, 
Always hunting mental fodder, 
No one in his line a broader 

Intellect can show. 

Openly our man confesses 
That in Bedford's wild recesses 
(Nature there full sway possesses) 

Youthful days he spent; 
There he was in the ascendant, 
Served as county superintendent, 
Carried off a name resplendent 

When away he went. 



Lawrenceville with unaffected 
Joy received one so respected; 
Principal he was elected 

Of a thriving school; 
Three schools now he has, and collars 
Every year two thousand dollars, 
Being over hosts of scholars 

Authorized to rule. 

Should his young dependents fidget, 
He commands attention rigid 
By a motion of his digit — 

How is tha't for skill? 
And he gets up High School classes, 
Which in number none surpasses, 
Brainy little lads and lasses 

Learning with a will. 

On the platform he delivers 
Eloquence that flows in rivers, 
Foolish arguments he shivers, 

Knocks 'em all to smash ; 
Nor does he in manner tedious 
Borrow from encyclopedias 
Big words used by chumps egregious — 

Psychologic trash. 

Having thus with unrestricted 
Ease and grace his points depicted, 
Need we say why we've inflicted 

Him upon your gaze? 
'Tis because what's here recorded 
Should with favor be rewarded, 
Not because our man's a sordid 

Fisher after praise. 



(242) 




HENRY PHIPPS, JR. 

The bland-looking, prosperous, dignified Thus he's put up a plant-house, which 
gent, cost like the deuce, 

Whose visage and figure above we pre- And gave it away for the popular use ; 

sent, And again on the people he got in his 

Possesses the pow'r, like King Midas of hooks 

old, By planking down boodle to keep them in 

Of turning whatever he touches to gold. books. 

Since the star-spangled Scotchman his He's deserving of warm resolutions of 

banner unfurled thanks 

As the boss that controls the industrial For setting his foot down on • humbugs 

world, and cranks. 

Second fiddle to Andy our hero has Recreation on Sunday he thinks is 

played, O. K., 

And an elegant second he's known to And he won't be roped in on the Puritan 

have made. lay. 



Like his leader, he's piled up more wealth So you see, gentle reader, when all's said 

than enough, and done, 

Though, like Andy again, he's quite free He's a modern Midas in more ways than 

with his stuff, one, 

And don't scruple to lavish on other folks' For, besides piling up precious metals at 

weal will, 

The profits he grinds out of iron and He wins golden opinions with magical 

steel. skill. 

(243) 




Tis a bold Johnny Bull that this lyric is He waded right in and directors selected, 



writ on, 
Who served in the Red- coats and fought 
for Queen Vic, 
But his pay it was small, so he skipped 
from Great Britain 
And came to the land where the shekels 
are thick. 
He was sanguine at first, but soon found 
that the dollars 



The chaps he picked out coming right 

at his call, 
Then levied a tax and a building erected, 
With himself as the principal — wasn't 

that gall ? 

Later on he got hold of a better position 
As the boss of a gilt-edged and popular 
school, 

Don't come of themselves, but take But by this time he'd grown a confirmed 
hustling to get ; politician 

So he hastened to hang out political colors, And > S avel in hand > helped in Councils 

Which speedily got him in out of the wet. t0 rme> 

To-day after taxes unpaid he goes gun- 
In the Twelfth ward a pull he expertly nm g, 

caught on to, He captured the job by the grace of 

Unaided he split the school district in two. the ring ; 

"What matter," quoth he, "if the people But 'tis widely believed that, because of 
don't want to? his cunning, 

I'll start a new school house and show He's still far away from the end of his 

them who's who." string. 

(244) 



PROF. W. R. FORD. 



FOR nearly thirty years, Prof. William R. Ford has been before the Pitts- 
burg public in various capacities, never unfavorably and often under 
conditions attesting in a signal manner his value as a servant of the people. 
Prof. Ford was born at Bath, England, January 5, 1832, and was educated 
at private schools in his native country. In 1856, he came to the United 
States, and engaged in the dry goods business in Cleveland. In the follow- 
ing year he came to Pittsburg, and after a brief sojourn here, went to the 
northern part of Indiana county, where he engaged in school teaching. He 
held the position of principal of the Blairsville public schools until 1864, 
when he returned to Pittsburg and entered the grocery business in the old 
Ninth ward. 

In 1865, he was elected to Common Council, and he continued to rep- 
resent the old Ninth ward in that body until 1 867, in which year he was 
elected to the Legislature. 

In 1869, he became Principal of the Twelfth ward (O'Hara) public 
schools. That position he held for three years. He served six years as 
Principal of the South school, Second ward, and specially distinguished 
himself there by carrying off the palm for the best trained High School 
classes. 

Prof. Ford was again elected to Councils as a representative of the 
Fourteenth ward, serving one year in the Common branch, and he was 
President of that branch for six years. 

He was elected Delinquent Tax Collector in 1887, and was re-elected 
this year (1892) for a second term of five years. His administration of his 
duties has been thoroughly business-like, and he has saved large sums to 
the city by recovering taxes which a less careful official would have been 
disposed to class as uncollectable. 

Prof. Ford has been elected Grand Master Workman of the A. O. U. W. 
in Pennsylvania, and is one of the representatives in the Supreme Lodge of 
the State. 

He is still a resident of the Fourteenth ward, and is a paterfamilias on 
a fairly large scale. 

( 245 ) 




Here's a masculine charmer of beauty so The militia lads think him the finest of 

rare men ; 

That the girls the effect of it scarcely can He's worked 'em before and may work 

bear, 'em again. 

So they blush like a roselet and murmur He does the square thing by his big bro- 

" Ah, there," ther when 

When they see him go by on the street. In political scraps he succeeds. 

But he's single as yet, and not anxious to 

wed, 

t?u' <• 4-u u jj^-j He owns quite a business — a boomer, you 

For he s one of the boys, and don't mmd, H ' 3 

it is said, ' 

![■>■<., , , , ,, . ^ Another chap had it, and might have it 

It he gives them a hand when they pamt r ° 

the town red — ^ ' 

tt > ii •> ,n Had he just been on hand when the city 

He s as gay a young blood as you 11 J J 

. dads met, 

meet. ' 

And stood in with his nobs' little 

scheme. 

In the hot summer days he goes down to So fortune our hero inclines to assist, 

the shore, In his line he is ranked pretty high on the 

'Mid the folks at Atlantic he makes a fu- list, 

ror, ' And he's piling the boodle up hand over 

For in every diversion he puts in his oar, fist 

And in all the high jinks takes the lead. By dishing out doughnuts and cream. 

(246) 



PHILIP S. FLINN. 



QTICKLERS for puritanism in politics might object to the political code 
^ exemplified by Philip Flinn, younger brother of Senator William Flinn ; 
but Philip's bonhomie, good humor and free-handed liberality are such as to 
disarm the keenest of his critics and to insure him always a strong following. 

Philip Flinn was born in the Sixth ward, Pittsburg, April 30, 1865, and 
was educated at the public schools. At the age of 1 5 he became foreman 
for the contracting firm of Booth & Flinn, and at 21 he was appointed assist- 
ant superintendent of highways. This position he filled until the occur- 
rence of the Johnstown flood in 1889, when he became associated with 
James McKnight, the chief contractor for the removal of debris at the 
ruined city. 

Mr. Flinn remained at Johnstown two months. On his return to Pitts- 
burg he engaged in the restaurant business, conducting a profitable estab- 
lishment in the Diamond market. He is now the senior member of the 
Flinn Stone Company, which owns and operates extensive quarries. 

The Flinns are a family of Republicans, and Philip is no exception to 
the rule. He is a tower of strength in the Sixth ward ; represents that dis- 
trict in Select Council, and never fails to make a creditable showing on 
election day. 

Mr. Flinn is a strapping six-footer, good-looking, and a bachelor. 

(247) 




Our artist with his trusty knife, 
Carved out this likeness true to life, 

(There are no flies on him) ; 
The subject we need hardly name, 
For seeing it, you will exclaim, 

" Why, that's Contractor Tim ! " 

He comes from Ireland, and his face 
Of Celtic humor bears the trace ; 

He's strong and lithe of limb ; 
His talk has a persuasive tone — 
He must have kissed the Blarney stone, 

This same Contractor Tim. 

The first of Yankee life he saw 
Was out in distant Omaha. 

('Twas then a townlet slim) ; 
He worked on the Pacific road, 
And fortune little care bestowed 

Upon Contractor Tim. 



Next in Chicago settling down, 
He bossed the sewers of the town, 

And kept them well in trim ; 
Among the noted people there, 
Not one in high and mighty air 

Surpassed Contractor Tim. 

But, by ambition high inspired, 
New worlds to conquer he desired — 

'Twas not an idle whim, 
For fresh renown he sought to win, 
In Pittsburg — aye, and Booth and Flinn 

Employed Contractor Tim. 

He's wholly independent now, 
And glory's crown is on his brow ; 

Its lustre naught can dim. 
The Randall Club he helps to run ; 
Gets out of life both cash and fun ; 
Good boy, Contractor Tim. 
(248) 



T. M. SCANLON. 



IRISH pluck, progressiveness and adaptablity to circumstances find an ex- 
cellent exemplification in the person of Timothy M. Scanlon, the well- 
known Pittsburg contractor. Mr. Scanlon is 41 years old, and was born 
and reared in County Kerry, Ireland. He attended the national schools 
until he reached the age of 14, when he emigrated to the United States. 

Young Scanlon first settled at Omaha, Neb., and in 1872 was employed 
on the Pacific railroad. In 1874 he went to Chicago, and became foreman 
in charge of the construction of sewers in that city. In 1875 he came to 
Pittsburg, and secured the position of foreman for Peter O'Neil. He also 
served at different periods as foreman for Evan Jones and for Booth & 
Flinn. 

After having accumulated a snug bank account, Mr. Scanlon embarked 
independently in the contracting business. He prospered, and is now one 
of the foremost contractors in the western part of the State. 

Mr. Scanlon is a strait-laced Democrat, owns stock in the Randall Club, 
and stands in high repute with the members of that organization. He is a 
worthy man and a model citizen. 

( 2 49) 




DAVID MCCARGO. 



Physiognomists need little thought to divine 

From the portraiture over this ditty, 
That the subject thereof is well fitted to shine 

'Mid the solid Muldoons of the city. 
Like a seaworthy vessel he travels along, 

Unencumbered by any embargo, 
And he keeps up the same old refrain to his song, 

" I'll always take care of my cargo." 

Like a cockleshell frail, which a gust might de- 
stroy, 

He started on life's stormy ocean; 
With Carnegie and Pitcairn — a messenger boy, 

Well posted in slow locomotion. 
But he breasted the waves without any mishap, 

(Who'd have thought that he'd ever so far go?) 
And kept right along the same motto on tap : 

" I'll always take care of my cargo." 



In the telegraph service he spread out his sails, 

And scudded along like a clipper; 
No icebergs obstructive or bothersome whales 

Could hinder his progress so chipper. 
Duty's flag at the masthead was riveted fast, 

As in ships of the line that to war go; 
And he stuck to the same old refrain to the last, 

" I'll always take care of my cargo." 

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A railroad (the Valley) caught on to him next; 

He was now quite a heavy-weight schooner; 
By no sort of maritime hardships perplexed, 

Being ready to see them all sooner. 
And as Frenchmen derive inspiration from wine, 

Be it Clicquot or old Chateau Margaux, 
So his heart felt a thrill as he hung out the sign : 

" I'll always take care of my cargo." 

To chief supervisor his rating was raised, 

Full-rigged he became, and was ready 
To show that his value was rightly appraised, 

And that none was more solid and steady. 
It wasn't his plan to be reckoned as slow, 

Or, as musical sharps put it, " largo." 
But to clap on all sail, while he sung out " Yeo 
ho! 

" I'll always take care of my cargo." 



He's now in his prime, and his doings attract 

A vast deal of popular notice; 
The public admits — and he's proud of the fact — 

That no worthier vessel afloat is. 
And so (please to pardon a metaphor mixed), 

Ever upwards he watches his star go, 
While the legend is still to his masthead affixed: 

" I'll always take care of my cargo." 

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CHARLES EHLERS. 



Widely known in Allegheny is this comical 
"phizog," 
There is Germanism stamped in ev'ry line, 
While his nose is of the type that seems to mark 
a jolly dog 
With a penchant for "Gesang" and "Weib" 
and " Wein." 
Now he may not be so jolly as his bugle would 
suggest 
And his tastes may toward another quarter veer, 
All the same a host of voters toes the mark at 
the behest 
Of his jags, the festive German engineer. 

He's quite slick at plans and surveys and the rest 
of the details 
Which to civil engineering appertain, 
But the Fatherland affords so little chance to men 
of brains. 
That he left and sailed across the raging main. 
By the denizens of Dutchtown he was welcomed 
like a king, 
And they drank his health in whopping mugs 
of beer 
While Ohio street and East street made the wel- 
kin fairly ring 
With the praises of this German engineer. 

In the art of being a statesman he got posted 

right away 
And for capturing an office laid the ropes, 
So that when he'd got his papers out, there wasn't 

much delay 

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Till the politicians satisfied his hopes. 
Of the highways and the sewers he obtained the 
full control, 
For he vowed to give the "gang" the proper 
steer; 
When they asked if he'd stay with them, "Don- 
nerwetter, poys; ja wohl," 
Was the answer of this German engineer. 

He stuck nobly to his promise to the "gang's" 
intense delight, 
Such improvements Allegheny never saw 
As in highwaying and sewering he made by day 
and night, 
While the Dutch looked on with wonderment 
and awe. 
Thus it came, when to a higher plane the city 
made its way, 
He was elevated likewise in his sphere, 
To be chief of a department with an increase in 
his pay, 
Which rejoiced the festive German engineer. 

Since his recent elevation he feels wonderfully big, 

Kaiser William isn't in it with him now; 
To reporters he professes that he doesn't care a fig 

For the press, to which most other men must 
bow. 
O, vanity of vanities! when thus you get a hold 

On a dignitary, very much we fear 
That your paralyzing consequences yet will knock 
him cold; 

So look out, you festive German engineer ! 

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To what land of nativity would you allot Then he sits up in state and sends orders 
This gent who seems born to com- around, 

mand? Which nobody dares to transgress. 

Is he Welshman or Irishman, John Bull or While in every direction his praises re- 
Scot, sound 
Or a son of the old Fatherland ? And his glories are sung by the press. 
That he hails from some monarchy, plainly 

you see, He's chairman, director and high muck-a- 
And of pow'r he's had more than his muck 

fill, Of sundry financial concerns ; 

For he's been a dictator, and, 'twixt you Philanthropists think that he brings them 
and me, good luck 

The marks of it stick to him still. And society after him yearns. 

He's commercially solid, ranks A Number 
Whenever a popular movement's on tap One 

To achieve something big for the realm, Over politics loses no sleep ; 

You'll find, as a matter of course, that And so, in our townlet, when all's said and 
this chap done, 

Is the first to lay hold of the helm. He's squarely on top of the heap. 

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JAMES B. SCOTT. 



IN all undertakings pertaining to the material progress of Pittsburg, and 
the elevation of its status among the cities of the country, James B. 
Scott is a leader and counsellor. Nor is his energy limited by municipal 
bounds, for Mr. Scott's personality is known and his influence felt through- 
out the entire state. 

James B. Scott was born in Pittsburg, February 20, 1839. He was 
educated at the public schools, and entered business life, when quite a 
young man, as an employe of the firm of John Dunlap & Co., wholesale 
tinners. His ability soon enabled him to branch out for himself, and he be- 
came a member of the firm of Park, Scott & Co., manufacturers of copper. 
By the death of D. E. and James Park, Jr., the control of the business 
passed into Mr. Scott's hands, and the firm name was changed to James B. 
Scott & Co., remaining thus up to the present. 

Mr. Scott has other and varied interests. He is a vice-president of the 
Chamber of Commerce, a member of the State Board of Charities, presi- 
dent of the Board of Trustees of the Western University, and a trustee of the 
Real Estate Bank. 

Perhaps the most interesting chapter in his career is that which details 
his share in the work of relief at Johnstown, after the flood of 1889. When 
the visiting relief committee from Pittsburg was organized, Mr. Scott was 
chosen chairman. He went immediately to the scene of the disaster, and 
devoted himself so earnestly and efficiently to the execution of the hercu- 
lean task imposed upon him that, at a mass meeting of citizens, held to pro- 
vide a temporary organized government with a view to bringing order out 
of chaos, he was unanimously chosen Dictator of Cambria County. Mr. 
Scott modestly discarded this title in favor of the less pretentious one of 
Director. He exercised dictatorial power, nevertheless, and by his judicious 
and forceful administration of affairs suppressed disorder, guided the labors 
of the relief committeemen so as to produce the best results, and finally 
established in the ruined district a solid basis on which to build up a new 
Johnstown — the thriving, substantial place which exists to-day. When Gov- 
ernor Beaver assumed control of operations, he recognized Mr. Scott's splen- 
did services by appointing him a member of the State Flood Commission. 

Mr. Scott is a genial, courteous gentleman, popular with all classes, and 
happy in the knowledge that he is reaping the fruits of a well-spent life. 

(253) 




Tisn't long since we recorded, 
In an exquisitely worded 
Little lyric, the perfections of the North 
Side Chris Magee ; 
And thereto this is a sequel 
Since we here present the equal 
Of the Pittsburg's boss's counterpart — a 
statesman sharp is he. 
Young he is and enterprising, 
With a genius for devising 
Schemes for reaching as a diplomat the 
highest stage of bliss. 
And the consequence thereof is 
That he's ceased to be a novice 
And is pointed to with pride as Alle- 
gheny's other Chris. 



He has interests colossal 
And has had the chance to boss all 
The possessions of an English dame who 
owns a big estate, 
Which his father had the care of, 
But the youth preferred a share of 
An industrial establishment producing 
profits great. 



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There, all other lines forsaking, 
Finest hollow-ware he's making 
And employs brigades of workmen — 
Yankees, Irish, Dutch and Swiss : 
Special wares he makes for plumbers, 
And his bath-tubs they are hummers — 
We have pictured one along with Alle- 
gheny's other Chris. 



Hard campaigning gives him pleasure, 
And the cost he doesn't measure, 
Many votes and sundry Councilmen he 
likes to call his own ; 
And there's little doubt about it 
That the Shiras men were routed 
By the big financial backing that he gave 
to Colonel Stone. 
Then for Chairman Parke he hustled 
And victoriously tussled, 
Being solid with the Solons, and — just 
stick a pin in this, 
That, however comprehensive 
Be the contest, or expensive, 
It won't frighten in the slightest Alle- 
gheny's other Chris. 

54) 



F. J. TORRANCE. 



FRANK J. TORRANCE was born in Allegheny in 1859, and received 
his education at the Seventh ward public schools and the Western 
University. He entered business life in 1875 as* a clerk in the employ of 
the Standard Manufacturing Company. His connection with that concern 
has continued up to the present, and he is now its treasurer and general 
manager. Meanwhile his control of large capital has led him into other 
productive fields, and he has acquired a variety of interests, for the most 
part yielding heavy profits. In addition to his ownership of stock in many 
other enterprises, Mr. Torrance is president of the following concerns : The 
Western Asphalt Block & Tile Company, the Journal of Building Publish- 
ing Company, the Pittsburg Natatorium Company, the firm of Arrott & 
Torrance, and the Riverside Land & Improvement Company. 

Mr. Torrance devotes much of his leisure time to politics. He is a 
Republican to the backbone, and, when his services are needed, he never 
hesitates to do all that lies in his power for the furtherance of his party's 
interests. 

He is married, and lives on Western Avenue, Allegheny. 

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CHARLES 
Ward school principals and teachers 
Ought to recognize the features 
Of this little chap that's writing in a book, 
book, book. 
Centra] boarders, too, should know 

him, 
For the cut above this poem 
Reproduces to a dot his very look, look, 
look. 

He's a genial chap, and pretty, 
So it really is a pity 
That he's not a blooming bachelor so gay, 
gay, gay ; 
But old Hymen hasn't spared him, 
Many years ago he snared him, 
And sweet glances on him now are thrown 
away, way, way. 

Still the school marms all adore him, 
For they monthly file before him, 
To receive their little tickets for their 
bood, bood, bood, 

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REISFAR. 

And with gratitude in torrents, 
They o'erwhelm him when their war- 
rants 
He gives out in his accustomed gracious 
mood, mood, mood. 

He and Luckey loaf together, 
Though it's very doubtful whether 
They could star as the "Two Johns" upon 
the road, road, road, 
For the little chap's a light 'un, 
While the other is a Titan, 
And would make a pretty hefty wagon- 
load, load, load. 

Now so high our hero's rated 
That his stipend's elevated 
With unfailing regularity each year, year, 
year; 
Nor is anybody jealous 
Of his luck, because he's zealous, 
And gives all who come along the proper 
steer, steer, steer. 
56) 




MICHAEL HANNIGAN. 

Get on to Captain Mike; he is a-sliding down Cheering on the boys to duty, and no human 

the pole, pow'r can check 

Like a reg'lar acrobatic sharp, and cuts a figure His phenomenal propensity to jeopardize his 

droll. neck. 

Bing ! bing ! the gong has waked him from his 

a a n slumb f erin f se f T e ' . \ ; . f ; "■ In the riots of '77 a heap of property he saved; 

And, like a streak of lightning, he gets out with The ve ngeance of a howling mob for duty's sake 

he braved, 



the machine. 



Captain Mike's the real type of what a fireman 

ought to be, 
Clear-headed, quick, and prompt to act where 

others are at sea. 
There's fun in his Milesian face, and a sort of 

, devil-may-care 
Expression about his flashing eye that shows he's 

hard to scare. 



He's been often hurt so badly that his hopes of 

life were vague, 
And was swiped once by the nozzle of a measly 

Amoskeag. 



He's a handsome chap, is Captain Mike, and well 

he knows it, too. 
The giddy girls go crazy when his manly form 
they view; 

He tackles the hose carriage often when to drive But he doesn't mind the silly things who round 
he has a mind, „ about him prance; ,; 

Through Smithfield street he tears as if Old Nich- He stlcks to dut ? manfully, and cusses all ro- 
oks were behind; mance. 
The pace he takes is awful ; no one else could do 

the like; The chances are that Captain Mike would hold an 

Which is why the people run and yell : " Hooray office high; 

for Captain Mike." But he happens to be a Democrat, and that's the 

reason why 
But it's at the scene of action that he best gets in The lightning of promotion isn't likely him to 

his work, strike; 

Where the flames are most destructive, there he And so he's doomed to plod along as simple 
labors like a Turk, Captain Mike. 

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"Ahorse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!" Glossy • coated fellows just as docile as a 



So said King Richard, and he needed one of course. 
If Richard had been sensible instead of nasty nice, 
He'd have got one from the chap above at less 
than half the price. 



Talk about menageries with animals replete, 
With the stable that his nobs conducts there's 

none that can compete; 
Bear the news to Jimmicknite, and watch how he 

will weep, 
Since practical zoology is held thus cheap. 



lamb, 
Heavyweights for teamsters with an extra lot of 

strength, 
And mules that kick like fury and have ears a 

foot in length. 



All of these he handles and a rousing trade he 

drives ; 
Scarce a week goes by but what a new supply 

arrives. 
When enough are gathered folks are brought 
from far and near 

Although of bears and elephants he doesn't keep To see him doing business as a festive auctioneer, 
a stock, 



Nor dabble much in camels, nor sell lions from 

the block; 
Though with kangaroos and monkeys and the like 

he never fools, 
He is lightning upon horses and a terror upon 

mules. 



Never from a contract will you find him hanging 

back; 
Now he has arranged to sell six hundred at a 

whack; 
Some of them but skin and bone and others bone 

and skin, 
Naught he cares for that if but the cash comes in. 



Nags he has that trot a mile before you've time 

to wink; 

Jog-alongs whose pace would drive 'most any Though his face betrays that he's a Hebrew by 

man to drink; descent 

Steady-going roadsters for a doctor's buggy fit. By birth he's an American, and here his life has 
And brawny Rosinantes full of true get-up-and- spent; 

git. And experience entitles him to print upon his 

sign, 

Saddle-horses likewise, which with ladies take the "The Tattersall of Pittsburg, never equaled in his 

palm, line." 

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DANIEL ARNHEIM 



T\ANIEL ARNHEIM, the leading horse dealer in Allegheny county* was 
■*-' born in Jefferson county in 1858, At the age of five years he came to 
Pittsburg) and here received a good educational training at the ward schools 
and the High School. 

The extensive horse-dealing business which has made the name of 
Arnheim a widely advertised one was established by the father of Daniel 
Arnheim. Five years ago the younger Arnheim took charge of the con- 
cern. He advertised largely* and otherwise added to and improved upon 
the paternal methods* with the best results. 

Mr. Arnheim has not a superior in the country as an authority on 
horse-flesh. He makes a specialty of selling horses and mules* which he 
procures from Kentucky* Illinois and Ohio, and from three to five thousand 
head pass through his hands every year. He supplies all the Coal men in 
the Twin Cities with mules* and has many other standing contracts* besides 
realizing largely on the public sales which he holds periodically on the arri- 
val of large consignments of stock from the breeding farms. 

Mr. Arnheim is a thoroughly upright business man, owing his success 
entirely to honest, steadfast endeavor. 

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You have heard of Boulanger, the Frenchman so 

gay, 

Who when leading an army was strictly O. K., 
But, whenever he tried the political lay, 

Got in trouble right up to the neck. 
In the picture above there's his double exact, 
Who likewise in battle could never be whacked, 
While in working the festive political act 

His prospects he managed to wreck. 

What a fighter he was ! — as a Federal scout 
In the War of Secession he helped in the rout 
Of the rebels* whose tricks he was quick to find 
out 

While he carried his life in his hand. 
The record he made won him honors untold, 
In Congress his valorous deeds were extolled 
And they Voted to give him a medal of gold, 

As a hero high up in the land, 

Alas ! that stich glory should drop out of sight 
Like the fall of a star that plumps down in the 

night, 
But the craze for preferment o'ermastered him 
quite, 
And he joined the political crew. 

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He hustled like sixty and drummed up a crowd, 
Which in boosting his interests did itself proud; 
While the ring was forninst him, he could not be 
cowed, 
So his boomlet extensively grew. 

He was chosen to serve as the Clerk of the 

Courts, 
An official who closely with big-wigs consorts, 
Then the county controller attacked his reports 

And endeavored to put him in hoc. 
When acquitted, he made the mistake of his 

life; 
He pulled off his coat and went into the strife 
For District Attorney, and oh ! but the knife 

Was used to obtain his defeat. 

Though paralyzed thus, yet he never lost heart, 
He tackled the law and he made a good start, 
And of gathering in shekels he's mastered the 
art, 

While of friends he still numbers a host. 
On a rural domain in Verona he dwells, 
Like Shakspeare's traditional couple of swells, 
And in virtues domestic, they say, he excels, 

Which is more than Boulanger can boast. 
60) 



ARCHIBALD H. ROWAND, Jr. 



A RCHIBALD H. ROWAND was born in Allegheny City, March 6, 1845, 
x *• and was educated in the common schools. Although a mere boy 
when the war broke out, Mr. Rowand entered the service as a member of 
Co. K, 1st West Virginia cavalry. He was detailed as one of General 
Sheridan's scouts, and during his three years' service executed numerous 
missions of the most daring character. His bravery was rewarded with a 
commemorative medal from the State of West Virginia, and he also received 
a medal from Congress at the special request of General Sheridan. 

On his return from the war, Mr. Rowand entered business pursuits, and 
was for some time chief bookkeeper for the Allegheny Valley Railroad. His 
first appearance in the field of politics was as a candidate for Clerk of the 
Courts, and although not in touch with the local "machine," he won an 
easy victory. It was then demonstrated that Mr. Rowand commanded a 
larger personal following than any other individual politician in Allegheny 
county. 

While serving as Clerk of the Courts, he studied law with George Shiras, 
Jr., and on January 7, 1885, was admitted to the bar. His wide popularity 
secured him a large clientage, and he is now in the enjoyment of a remunera- 
tive practice both in the civil and criminal courts. 

Mr. Rowand is a big-hearted, impulsive man, generous to a fault, and 
greatly beloved by those who are brought into close contact with him. He 
is of domestic tastes, and spends all his leisure time in the bosom of his 
family at his pleasant villa in Verona borough. 

(261) 




'Way down on a farm in the township of In civil proceedings especially fine 

Penn, Were the feats he achieved, being always 
Many winters ago — we don't need to say in line 

when — When a bankruptcy muddle drove judges 
A youngster was reared, whom the finger insane, 

of fate Or a row about land raised particular Cain. 
Singled out to be ranked among barristers 

great. When the Straight-out Republicans, par- 
tisans true, 

'Mid rural surroundings to manhood he Took arms and opposed the non-partisan 

And stucheTprofound he rejoiced to pursue. 0ur man th ^ P icked out for a judgeship 

In pure mathematics enjoyment he'd seek, ' ,. . ™ n > . . _ 

While he filled up with Latin and topped Belie ™g him second m fitness to none. 

off with Greek. _, , . , ^. . '•,.,,. 

Though beaten by Chns and his allies at 

length, 

O'er the list of professions his optic he ran, His vote— twenty thousand— exhibits his 

And tried engineering, but that didn't pan, strength ■ 

And as wealthy attorneys all 'round him The Mageeites' and Democrats jointly 

he saw, f oun d out 

"Eureka," he cried, " I'll go in for the law." what a pow'r was this barrister, brainy 

and stout. 
When he'd waded through Blackstone and 

Brightly's reports, Perhaps in the future we'll have to record 

With other light reading that's known in That the people his service see fit to re- 

the courts, ward ; 

He was called to the bar and was recog- But, be that as it may, let it be understood 

nized soon That the law pays him well, as it certainly 

As a jurisprudentially solid Muldoon. should. 

( 262 ) 



JAMES FITZSIMMONS. 



A STURDIER specimen of American manhood, both mentally and 
physically, than James Fitzsimmons, of the well-known law firm of 
Robb & Fitzsimmons, it would be hard to find. Mr. Fitzsimmons was born 
on a farm in Penn township, Allegheny County, on June 2, 1845. His 
early education was obtained in the common schools and at academies in 
Wilkinsburg and East Liberty. In 1865 he dropped his studies for a time, 
and went out with an engineering expedition into the neighborhood of Oil 
City. The pursuit of engineering was not congenial, however, and he left 
the corps to take a position as bookkeeper for the Ardesco Oil Company, 
which he held till September, 1867. In that year he entered the Western 
University, where he graduated in the class of '69. He now entered the 
office of Robert Wood, Esq., as a student at law. He was admitted to the 
bar on November 8, 1871, and has been practising ever since. 

Mr. Fitzsimmons stands in the front rank of civil lawyers, and has made 
a fine record for himself through his expert handling of some of the most im- 
portant cases in the history of jurisprudence in Pennsylvania. He was coun- 
sel in the famous insolvent bond case, Hope vs. Smiley, the law as laid down 
in which has since been accepted as precedent ; also in that of Spencer vs. 
Jennings, one of the leading real estate cases under the Act of '53, better 
known as the Price Act; also in the case of Courtney vs. Keller, from which 
an important precedent was evolved, and in many others of like calibre. 

In 1 89 1, Mr. Fitzsimmons was nominated forjudge on the Straight-out 
Republican ticket, and made a magnificent run against heavy odds. He rep- 
resents the Twenty-first ward in Select Council, and is a consistent advocate 
of honest government. His rugged honesty, keen wit, and great intellectual 
power, make him a natural leader in his profession, and one who enjoys the 
respect and confidence of a numerous clientage. 

(263) 




PROF. E. E. RINEHART. 



Boys and girls most every place 
Ought to know this ancient face; 

Eyes so bright, 

Whiskers white, 
Look of joyous glee. 
Though his head is minus hair, 
Lots of common sense is there; 

In the schools 

Proudly rules 
Father Do Re Mi. 

Every day he makes his rounds 
Stirring up harmonious sounds; 

Little folks 

Look for jokes 
When his face fhey see — 
For he is a merry chap, 
Has hilarious songs on tap; 

None you'll meet 

That can beat 
Father Do Re Mi. 

Teachers greet him with a smile 
For he helps them out in style; 

Straightens out 

Things in doubt 
Plain as plain can be. 
With his little vklin 
Propped against his ancient chin 

Tunes he'll lead; 

All must heed 
Father Do Re Mi. 



Sometimes on a pipe he'll blow 
Sounding like a rooster's crow, 

In this wise 

He supplies 
Just the proper key; 
Then he gives an opening growl 
And in one tremendous howl 

All unite 

And delight 
Father Do Re Mi. 

Children's concerts oft he steers 
Then in glory he appears; 

Face aglow 

Gloves like snow; 
Coat-tail like a V. 
Waves his baton, starts the mill, 
Keeps 'er going with a will ; 

All who hear 

Loudly cheer 
Father Do Re Mi. 

In vacationhe'll be found 

At some far-off camping ground 

Where the game 

And fish proclaim 
Their scorn for such as he; 
Ne'er a trophy home he'll bring, 
Yet he's happy as a king. 

Grief and care 

Seem to spare 
Father Do Re Mi. 



(264) 




B. F. JONES. 

What figure is this, so majestic and But in case the loss threatens to hurt his 

grand, ( affairs, 

With the air of a potentate born to com- He gets Congress to run up the tax on 

mand ? his wares ; 

"British duke," did you say? He is no Then he bids all his subjects to raise a 

such a thing, hurrah 

But a genuine Pittsburg industrial king. For the blessings conferred by the new 

tariff law. 

His rule over thousands of subjects ex- „ , ■ , , r i n i 

.j Irades unions he hates, for they all do 

And woe to the wight who his greatness ~ . eir , , , 

offends- keep wages up when he wants them 

For his wealth and "inflooence" his right . , de P ressed J 

„.:n ,.„i.„ij And the worst thing that bitterness adds 



will uphold 

To issue an edict and knock the chap T l " 1US UU P . . 

i^ r Is a strikers committee — it breaks him 



to his cup 
trikers' 
all up. 



On account of his boodle he's sometimes On the whole, though, his reign passes off 

trepanned with eclat ; 

By political sharps into taking a hand The masses regard him with reverent awe, 

At the statesmanship game for a national While it's needless to say that the social 

stake, elite 

Till the barrel gives out, when he gets the Falls prostrate before him and kisses his 

cold shake. feet. 

(265) 




Tom Moore, the poet, strove 
Bravely for fame's sake, 

That isn't Tom above, 
Merely a namesake; 

One who would never try 

Sweet thoughts to versify — 

That he cannot deny, 

Even for shame's sake. 



Figures for many a year 

Busied him solely; 
Thereof an atmosphere 

Shrouded him wholly. 
Daily with spirit glad 
Columns of cash he'd add, 
Such as are never had 

By people lowly. 

Being what one might term 

Expertly gifted, 
Into Carnegie's firm 

Fitly he drifted. 
There labored quite a while, 
Doing things up in style, 
Till, when he'd made his pile, 

Elsewhere he drifted. 

When Westinghouse was stuck, 
Like young Jack Horner, 

Somehow through evil luck 
Caught in a corner, 



Our man the audit made 
Which George's wealth displayed, 
All doubts and fears allayed, 
Cheered every mourner. 

Boomers of rural land, 

Knowing his vigor, 
In schemes they had on hand 

Asked him to figure. 
Into the thing he went, 
Acted as president, 
Heaps of cool cash he spent, 

Worked like, a " nigger." 

From rise to set of sun 
Things kept a going; 

And out at Kensington 

Great was the showing. 

Lots went at prices high 

Kept bidders on the fly, 

Realizing by and by 
Profits o'erflowing. 

Though a Sohoite, you'll see, 

Noting his ardor, 
Push, tact and grit that he 

Is a Fourth-warder. 
There he was born and " riz," 
No ward's ahead of his, 
Still of its fame he is 

Watchman and warder. 



(266) 



SAMUEL E. MOORE. 



THE reputation of being the leading expert accountant in Pittsburg is 
generally conceded to Samuel E. Moore, now President of the Burrell 
Improvement Company, and for many years previously identified with large 
industrial enterprises. Mr. Moore was born on Fountain street, Pittsburg, 
and attended the public schools of the Fourth ward. 

He received his first employment in August, 1862, from Mr. D. A. 
Stewart, who was at that time freight agent in Pittsburg for the Pennsylvania 
Railroad Company. After leaving this service, which continued until 1868, 
he obtained his start in commercial and business life with the well known 
iron firm of James Wood & Co., in whose employ he acquired a funda- 
mental knowledge of the science of accounts. The experience thus gained 
by him was utilized to such good purpose that he established his title to be 
considered the father of the system of accounts now used by all the pro- 
gressive iron manufacturers in Pittsburg. 

D. A. Stewart, who was afterwards Chairman of Carnegie Bros., and Mr. 
Moore, entered the Carnegie firm together, Mr. Moore becoming a clerk in 
the auditing department. He was promoted rapidly, being made auditor on 
January 1, 1884, and finally a partner. 

In February, 1891, Mr. Moore became President of the Burrell Im- 
provement Company, a concern which has achieved phenomenal success in 
a line of business requiring brains and enterprise above the common, as well 
as large capital. The Burrell Improvement Company purchased in July, 
1890, a large tract of land situated 18 miles from Pittsburg, on the Alle- 
gheny Valley Railroad, and in June, 1891, laid out the town of Kensington, 
which, in less than a year, has developed into a wealthy and populous in- 
dustrial center. The Kensington boom has been literally without precedent 
in Pennsylvania, and it is rendered all the more noteworthy by the perma- 
nence of its results. 

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The credit of this red-letter achievement is largely due to Mr. Moore's 
foresight and executive ability, and the writer of his epitaph will not do his 
memory justice unless Mr. Moore is immortalized as the founder of a town 
which sprang into existence as if by magic, and is to-day one of the livest 
places in the State. 

Mr. Moore has large interests in the lumber business in Michigan, and 
is president of the Ontonagon Lumber Company. He is also president of 
the water, gas, heat, light and power, electric street railway and brick com- 
panies located at Kensington, all of these being sound and profitable enter- 
prises. 

Despite the multiplicity of his business pursuits, Mr. Moore has found 
time to travel extensively. He has been all round the world, and has visited 
Europe many times over. On his travels he has always made it a rule to 
abstract himself wholly from business cares and devote his time to studying 
life in all its phases, and generally enlarging his store of information. 

As National President of the Bichloride of Gold Clubs, Mr. Moore oc- 
cupies a position of intercontinental prominence. This organization, which 
was founded by Mr. Moore in April, 1891, consists of men formerly ad- 
dicted to the use of intoxicating liquor, but who have been cured of the 
disease of alcoholism through the genius of Dr. Leslie E. Keeley. At a 
convention of the Bichloride of Gold Clubs, held February 16, 1892, at 
Dwight, 111., and attended by over 300 delegates, representing clubs from 
every State in the Union, Mr. Moore was elected National President of the 
organization, which now numbers over 10,000 members, and which promises 
in the near future to be the controlling factor in regulating the abuse of 
liquor. His whole heart is in the movement to nationalize the Keeley plan 
of redeeming drunkards, and he takes pride in raising from the gutter and 
restoring to social usefulness young men whose lives have been wrecked by 
the liquor habit. He never exacts promises, but he does more for those 
who need a strong and kindly hand to lift them out of the mire of degrada- 
tion than any one but himself is aware of. 

That a man of Mr. Moore's many-sided genius and true philanthropic 

spirit should command widespread regard is self-evident. The approbation 

of society is his without seeking. 

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JOHN GRIPP. 



" JUDGE" GRIPP, as the Rhadamanthus who deals out justice at the 
Pittsburg Central Station is generally called, was born on Pike street, 
in the Ninth ward, Pittsburg, in 1857. He was educated at the ward schools 
and the Central High School. After leaving the High School he entered 
the office of Magistrate Peter Kreuter. Three years later he became asso- 
ciated with Magistrate John Burke, whom, in 1886, he succeeded as Alder- 
man of the Third ward. Prior to this time he was window-clerk in the post- 
office under Postmaster W. H. McCleary, and was promoted to the super- 
intendency of- the registered department. Meanwhile his ability as a 
political leader commanded special recognition from the Republican man- 
agers in Allegheny County. In 1883 he was chosen Secretary of the 
Republican County Committee, and he held that position for five years. 
During " Andy " Fulton's campaign for the mayoralty, Judge Gripp was 
Secretary of the City Committee, and in recognition of his services, Mayor 
Fulton made him his clerk. When Pittsburg's new charter became a law, 
Mayor McCallin appointed him a police magistrate. He was Secretary of 
the City Committee in the Gourley campaign, and at the same time a can- 
didate for re-election as Alderman of the Third ward. There being no 
Democratic opposition, he was returned without a contest. 

Judge Gripp has been a member of the County Committee since he 
attained his majority. In 1891 he was elected chairman, and he has no op- 
position for his second term. He has attended every State Convention for 
the past ten years, and was this year an alternate to the Republican National 
Convention. He is a leading member of the Young Men's Republican 
Tariff Club, and as a representative of that body has attended every State 
and National League Convention for years. 

Judge Gripp's inflexible firmness in the administration of his office as 
police magistrate of the First district has made him the terror of evil-doers. 
In private life he is affable, genial and loyal to his friends, whose name is 
legion. 

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No matter what project's on foot in our Which is what you might call an expert 
town ence sad 

Of a popular character, in it you'll see For a gentleman noted in public affairs. 

The hustler above, for he thirsts for re- 
nown, 
And in all things aspires to be ranked Y °u'd wonder that, having such draw- 
as king bee. backs to fight, 

He should prove to be prosperous, great 
and renowned ; 
Go down to the Expo., and there you will But the bushel's not made that will cover 
find his light, 

His record emblazoned as foremost of And in shrewd advertising his secret is 
men, found. 

And you can't call the dark days of Johns- 
town to mind 
Without bringing his name to the sur- He's a boomer from Boomerville, ready 
face again. an d slick, 

And always revolving some scheme in 
his head 
With organized labor a turn-up he's had ; To put a quietus on people that kick, 
The unions decided to jump on his And prove to the world that he's quite 
wares ; thorough^mz*/. 

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S. S. MARVIN. 



WHEN public-spirited citizens are needed to take hold of enterprises in- 
volving the well-being and advancement of the people of Pittsburg 
and Allegheny, S. S. Marvin is always among the first in the field, and his 
name accordingly occupies a place of honor in the annals of our city. 

Mr. Marvin is not a native Pittsburger. He was born in Monroe 
County, N. Y., fifty years ago, and came to Pittsburg in 1863. On his 
arrival here he established himself in the cracker business, and founded the 
house of S. S. Marvin & Co., now one of the largest concerns of its kind in 
the United States. The prosperity which he enjoys is due entirely to his 
own force of character, true commercial instinct, and unremitting attention 
to business. Few men have worked harder than has Mr. Marvin in his day, 
and few can boast of having made their labor tell more effectually in its 
financial results and its meed of public appreciation. 

Mr. Marvin is a leading member of the Chamber of Commerce, a 
director of the Commercial Bank, and president of the Western Pennsylvania 
Exposition Society, and holds many other positions of honor and of trust. 
He is also a member of the G. A. R. 

In June, 1889, when the news of the destruction of Johnstown reached 
Pittsburg, Mr. Marvin hastened to contribute by his individual efforts to the 
relief of the survivors, large quantities of food and clothing being forwarded 
to the ruined city, at his expense, as fast as they could be used. Later on, 
Governor Beaver appointed him a member of the State Flood Commission, 
with the title of Purchasing Agent for the Western District of Pennsylvania. 
In this capacity he discharged his duties with credit, showing throughout 
that his sympathies were stirred to the utmost by the mournful exigencies 
which brought his services into requisition. 

Mr. Marvin is a man of fine appearance, enjoying the full vigor of the 
prime of life. A more alert, keen, progressive man of business is not to be 
found in any community. 

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From ocean to ocean, or down from the Lakes 

To the Gulf you may travel afar, 
But you won't find a line in your travels that 
takes 

The palm from the old P. R. R. 
With its elegant road-bed and rolling stock fine, 

The boss it's conceded to be, 
And the royalest spirit controlling the line 

Is the chap that is known as " R. P." 



Aside from the railroad he's made quite a stake 

By cautiously dabbling in stocks; 
He has captured a slice of the Westinghouse cake, 

And a neat little dividend knocks. 
With margins and fly-the-track " specs " he won't 
fool, 

Nor venture as much as a V, 
Unless with a judgment that's perfectly cool 

He sees it will profit " R. P." 



Above is his picture; it shows him to-day 

With the stamp of success on his face. 
What a change there has been, as the years rolled 
away, 

Since he entered on life's trying race ! 
As a telegraph messenger, honest and smart, 

He began, and fate chose to decree 
That Andy Carnegie the same way should start, 

And climb upwards along with " R. P." 



Like Andy he mounted the ladder that leads 

To fame with rapidity great, 
Till the railroad, which keen representatives 
needs, 
Made him boss in this end of the State. 
Since then far and wide has been spread the be- 
lief 
That the road would be wholly at sea 
Were it not for the brains of the pusher-in- 
chief, 
Whom the populace knows as " R. P." 

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Thus one way and another his pile has in- 
creased 

To a really phenomenal store; 
They say it amounts to two millions at least — 

With the prospect of swelling to more. 
But wealth hasn't tended to harden his heart; 

There are few straighter Christians than he, 
And the church and the Sunday-school bag a large 
part 

Of the riches possessed by " R. P." 



You'll observe from this sketch that in ev'ry 
detail 

The parallel started in youth 
'Twixt him and Carnegie kept up without fail, 

Which is quite a remarkable truth. 
They began just alike, and their worldly affairs 

Seemed to strike the same prosperous key, 
And the balance, in judging the two million- 
aires, 

Don't tip up on the side of " R. P." 

O 



ROBERT PITCAIRN. 



ROBERT PITCAIRN, the stalwart, brainy Superintendent of the Pittsburg 
division of the Pennsylvania Railroad, is a Scotchman by nativity, and 
was born May 6, 1836. He came to America with his parents while yet a 
child. After a short stay, the family went back to Scotland, but returned in 
1 846,' and settled in Pittsburg. 

Mr. Pitcairn's educational advantages were limited, as at the age of 12 
years he was removed from school and set to work as a telegraph messenger 
boy. He used his opportunities to master the art of telegraphy, and in 
course of time was sent to Steubenville as assistant operator. Thence he 
was called to Pittsburg as operator, and remained here until 1852. In that 
year Mr. Pitcairn obtained the position of operator and ticket agent at the 
Mountain House, Hollidaysburg. In 1854, when the Pennsylvania Railroad 
Company, which had been using the»old Portage road, completed its own 
line, he was transferred to the office of the General Superintendent at Al- 
toona, where, with the exception of a year's interval, he served until 1861. 

Mr. Pitcairn was now made Superintendent of the Middle Division, be- 
tween Conemaugh and Mifflintown. The reduction of divisions from four to 
three deprived him of his place, but a new one was found for him as Super- 
intendent of Transportation. 

The outbreak of the war afforded him the occasion to exhibit Ills ex- 
ecutive skill to the best advantage, large bodies of men and quantities of 
supplies having to be constantly hurried over the road. In 1862 he acted 
as Superintendent of both the Middle and Pittsburg Divisions. Meanwhile 
he had his eye on the Superintendency of the Pittsburg Division, a position 
to- which he attained in 1865. Ten years later the general agency of the 
P. R. R. at Pittsburg was also placed in his hands. 

In addition to the railroad business, Mr. Pitcairn is engaged in many 
other enterprises, notably in the industries controlled by George Westing- 
house, Jr. He stands high in the Masonic order, being a Past Grand Com- 
mander of the Knights Templar of Pennsylvania. 

Mr. Pitcairn is a practical Christian, and seeks both by example and 
precept to preserve a high standard of morality among the army of railroad 
employees under his control. His career has been throughout a model of 
usefulness and rectitude. 

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Up in the court house, where law is pre- Bigelow knows, to his sorrow, how slick- 

dominant, he is, 

'Mid the attorneys this gentleman's prom- Since he had Edward hauled up for a 

inent ; trick of his ; 

In the "profesh" he has not many peers, Flinn knows as well that he's quite "out 

And he's been at the bar over twenty-five of sight," 

years. For the rivermen hired him the wharf 

bills to fight. 
Equity business pours in on him steadily, 

Criminal work he don't take to so readily ; Stamped on his face is a bull-dog tena- 

Whatever he does, though, he does with city, 

a dash, Equalled alone by his hustling capacity ; 

For he's keen as a razor and quick as a These are the things which have built up 

flash. his trade, 

And little by little his fortune have made. 
Cases he pleads with a cunning that's 

mystical ; Politics don't interest him a particle ; 

Puzzles the Court with contentions sophis- Piling up cash in his creed's the first 

tical ; article ; 

Shuffles up statutes, and cuts them and He lives out in Oakland, and keeps in the 

deals, swim, 

Till the enemy can't tell his head from his While by all it's confessed there's no dis- 

heels. count on him. 

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J. SCOTT FERGUSON. 



IF it were left to a popular vote to decide who is the most effective pleader 
at the Allegheny County bar, the chances are that J. Scott Ferguson 
would carry off the palm by a large majority. Mr. Ferguson's reputation 
does not depend upon advertising or other extrinsic aids, but is the out- 
growth of a career of persevering industry and brilliant success in every 
department of jurisprudence. 

"Scott" Ferguson, as he is best known, was born in Allegheny 50 
years ago. His education was obtained in the common schools, the High 
School, and at Allegheny City College, then in charge of Profs. Newell and 
Davis. He began the study of law under Robert Woods, Esq., at the age 
of 18, and was admitted to the bar in 1863, when he was 21 years old. 
His logical habit of mind, fluency of speech and tact in the influencing of 
juries, early attracted attention and placed him, while yet a very young man, 
on a level with the ablest local practitioners. - 

Some of the most important cases tried in Allegheny County within 
the past quarter of a century have passed through Mr. Ferguson's hands. 
Among these were the famous Cubba-You-Quit case, involving vast inter- 
ests in Lawrenceville ; the ten million-dollar bond case, viz.: Gloninger and 
others vs. the B. & O. Railroad, which was a suit in equity to declare void 
ten million dollars' worth of bonds issued by the P. & C. R. R. Co. to the 
B. &. O. R. R. Company; the Miller Oil Refinery case, viz.: the Common- 
wealth vs. A. D. Miller & Sons, being a criminal action to have an oil refin- 
ery in Allegheny declared a public nuisance ; the wharf case, viz. : the 
Commonwealth vs. E. M. Bigelow, Chief of the Pittsburg Department ol 
Public Works, and the Allegheny municipal prosecutions of recent celebrity. 

In his younger days, Mr. Ferguson interested himself somewhat in 
politics. He never sought office, but rendered valuable service to the Re- 
publican party as a stump speaker. In Grant's last campaign, his speeches 
were especially good, and evoked admiring commentaries on every hand. 

Mr. Ferguson is married, and lives in a fashionable mansion on Fifth 
Avenue and Shady Lane. 

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ROGER O'MARA. 



The romancers have covered with glory- 
Old Vidocq, of European fame ; 

You'll find, too, in song and in story 
One Hawkeye's illustrious name. 

But the tales of these fellows are hazy — 
You can see by the cut of his jib 

That there's no laying over the daisy 
Whose likeness is over this squib. 

Many years he has been a thief- taker, 
And he's gotten his art well in hand ; 

He knows every swindler and fakir, 
And pickpocket, too, in the land. 



On confidence games he's a terror ; 

You should see him run bunkoers down, 
And he rarely drops into an error — 

This lynx-eyed Old Sleuth of our town. 

Like all men of note, he must suffer 

From people who get in their hooks 
By running him down as a duffer, 

And a chap who stands in with the crooks. 
But envy to him is no new thing, 

Well he knows his superior pow'rs, 
And so he goes on with his sleuthing — 

This wide-awake watch-dog of ours. 



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PROF. WM. GUENTHER. 



Toot, toot, toot. 
On his mellow-sounding flute, 
With a sinking and a swelling 
Ups and downs of passion telling, 
And with here and there a trill, 
Or roulade done up with skill — 
Ah, professor, as a tooter you're the boy 
that fills the bill. 

Toot, toot, toot. 
On the piccolo to boot, 
Like the Highland pipes a-squealing 
High enough to crack the ceiling, 
Till again, like Jack and Jill 
Down the diatonic hill 
He comes tumbling — Ah, professor, you're 
the boy that fills the bill. 

Toot, toot, toot ; 
He'll play any air to suit — 
Up from "Wink the Other Eye," sir, 
To "Walkyrie" and " Tannhaeuser," 
And although a vocal pill 
Such as " Comrades," makes him ill 
Yet he'll swipe it — Ah, professor, you're 
the boy that fills the bill. 



Toot, toot, toot, 
With his waxed mustaches cute, 
And his evening dress neat-fitting, 
'Tis a treat to see him sitting 
Like a Spanish alguazil 
Stiff and straight and fit to kill, 
With his band — Ah, yes, professor, you're 
the boy that fills the bill. 

Toot, toot, toot, 
His experience bears fruit 
Teaching tyros, who — confound 'em ! — 
Make an awful racket round him, 
Till he'd like their gore to spill 
Or their blarsted bones to grill ; 
But he stands it — Ah, professor, you're 
the boy that fills the bill. 

Toot, toot, toot ; 
Is there ever a galoot 
Who would risk a competition 
With this superfine musician? 
Let him venture if he will 
Such a contract to fulfill ; 
Won't he suffer ! — Ah, professor, you're 
the boy that fills the bill. 



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JUDGE JAMES W. OVER. 



Mother Nature has imprinted, with a hand that 
seldom errs, 
Honesty, straight-forwardness and zeal 
On the face that's here immortalized, and surely 
she confers 
A compliment from which there's no appeal. 
No one can deny it ; not an atom of deceit 

Marks the doings of this model among men. 
Ask any one that knows him, and the same he will 
repeat 

Over, over again. 

Gentle though he is, he doesn't know what's 
meant by fear; 
He proved his mettle thirty years ago, 
When Lincoln called for patriotic souls to volun- 
teer, 
For service in the South against the foe. 
'Twas sad to leave the dear ones that he loved the 
best of all, 
For a fate that must be hidden from his ken ; 
Yet he felt that he would gladly draw the sword 
at duty's call 

Over, over again. 

He enlisted in the cavalry — as Anderson's 'twas 
known, 
And fairly won his spurs in Tennessee. 
You'll find it on the records that from first to last 
he shone 
As a fighter; stauncher soldier ne'er could be. 



And, although when with his comrades in a 
smoke-house he was locked 
Down in Nashville for his colonel's sake — why, 
then 
He declared that for the colonel he would will- 
ingly be socked 

Over, over again. 



Need we tell you how he's busied now — his place 
is in the court 
Which to orphans renders guardianship and 
care; 
People long ago decided him to be the proper sort 

That grave responsibility to bear. 
His fairness and ability no commentary need, 

Nor puffing from the editorial pen. 
So in running for election he is certain to succeed 
Over, over again. 



His dwelling is at Osborn; truly rural are his ways. 

Though he's nowise puritanical or prim, 
He eschews the city's bustle and the mob's in- 
quiring gaze; 
Quiet living is the kind of thing for him. 
He's so thoroughbred a gentleman, so genial and 
so bland, 
That the chances are no more than one in ten 
That his like could e'er be found, although you 
search throughout the land 
Over, over again. 



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JUDGE J. F. SLAGLE. 



High in a chair of awful state 

He sits, like Alexander ; 
An arbiter of human fate — 

What function could be grander? 
Placid at times, at others firm, 

Again, in splendid fury, 
He makes the cringing lawyers squirm 

And terrifies the jury. 

Who would have thought, when first 
tried 

His 'prentice hand at pleading 
In petty suits, and viewed with pride, 

His prospects of succeeding, 



That, ere he passed his manhood's prime, 
He'd leave his fellow drudges 

And up to power and glory climb 
Among the county judges ? 



He might have knocked our charter out, 
And done it quite discreetly, 

For he would thus, without a doubt, 
he Have floored the ring completely. 

But all things show he knows his "biz," 
Nor should the world mistake him, 

For, in his quiet way he is 

As useful as they make 'em. 
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A Daniel come to judgment here behold, 
Youthful in years, in ripe experience old, 

Whose erudition 
Led Uncle Sam to take him by the hand 
And give him, at the popular demand, 

A high position. 

No interloper he, but raised right here, 
And on this town the light of his career 

Delights to scatter ; 
Here he read Virgil and old Cicero — 
The Western Univers'ty was, you know, 

His alma mater. 

Here he read law, and the success he had 
In handling Blackstone made exceeding 
glad 

The heart parental 
Of him who used at Dixmont to preside 
Long ere the Minnick case made folks "de- 
ride 

That place ungentle. 

Rapid his rise when at the bar he took 
His place, and with forensic thunder 
shook 

The court's foundation. 



Judges looked dazed when he began to 

talk, 
And opposition counsel " took a walk " 
In consternation. 

Knotty, indeed, the legal paradox 

That he and his sagacious partner, Knox, 

Could not unravel. 
Cases abstruse that others couldn't touch, 
They handled with pronounced adroitness 
such 

That none could cavil. 

So, when the place of federal district judge 
Was vacant, who could the appointment 
grudge 

To one so gifted ? 
So thought Ben Harrison, and that is why 
We find our hero to distinction high 

By Ben uplifted. 

Now does it come within his sphere to try 
Cases that come 'neath Uncle Samuel's eye 

And might confound him ; 
But, if the records are to be believed, 
And otherwise deponent's not deceived, 

No flies surround him. 



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J. H. REED. 

JH. REED, ex-Judge of the United States District Court of Washington, 
• Pennsylvania, although not yet 40 years of age, has reached the high- 
est plane of distinction in the legal profession. He is the son of Dr. J. A. 
and Elizabeth H. Reed, from whom his refined tastes and force of intellect 
are inherited, and was born in Allegheny City September 10, 1853. 

In 1872 he graduated from the Western University, and then studied 
law with his uncle, David Reed, a practitioner of considerable distinction. 
As a member of the firm of Knox & Reed he acquired a high reputation, 
especially in the pleading of large corporation cases. So thoroughly were 
his fellow members of the bar impressed with his capabilities that when the 
appointment of Judge Acheson to Judge McKennan's place on the bench of 
the Circuit Court left the district bench vacant, a practically unanimous de- 
mand was made upon President Harrison for the appointment of Judge 
Reed. The President readily acceded, and in February, 1891, Judge Reed 
received his commission and ascended the bench, to the general satisfaction 
of the press and the people. 

His health failing somewhat, he resigned his office on January 15, 1892, 
and, after a period of needed rest, returned to his old place in the firm of 
Knox & Reed. 

Judge Reed is married, and lives at Shadyside, as happy in his home 
relations as he is in the enjoyment of merited distinction at the bar. 

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Who on the world benignly beams 
As one who never, never dreams 
Of set-up jobs and plots and schemes? 
The candidate. 

Who in his youth at farming wrought 
And of distinction never thought 
Till by the people he was sought? 
The candidate. 

Who shouldered arms when war broke out, 
And shared in many a bloody bout, 
A " Roundhead " soldier, brave and stout? 
The candidate. 

Who, when the cruel war was o'er, 
Enlisted in a picture store, 
And dabbled in artistic lore ? 
The candidate. 

Who watched his chance to fish for fame, 
And grabbed it straightway when it came, 
In hopes to play a winning game ? 
The candidate. 



Who took a school directorship, 
Knowing — for he was pretty flip — 



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That thus he'd get a firmer grip ? 
The candidate. 

Who in the Bellevue Councils took 
A seat, expecting thus to hook 
Things higher ? — thus ahead he'd look — 
The candidate. 

Who by the Northside folk was sent 
To Harrisburg, with full intent 
That to no jobbing he'd consent? 
The candidate. 

Who did such very useful work, 
Getting his licks in like a Turk, 
That of the House they made him Clerk ? 
The candidate. 

Who, when the treasury's been sacked 
By politicians, now is backed 
As guardian of the funds to act ? 
The candidate. 



And who (this is an afterthought) 
A monumental battle fought, 
And earned the glory that he sought? 
The candidate. 

2) 



JOHN W. MORRISON. 



CAPTAIN JOHN W. MORRISON, the present Treasurer of the State of 
Pennsylvania, was born in Philadelphia, February 12, 1841. He at- 
tended the ward schools of that city until he was ready for admission to the 
Central High School, in 1854, when his parents moved to Mercer County. 
There he was for several years engaged in farming, and also clerked in a 
country store. 

In 1858 young Morrison came to Pittsburg, entered a business house as 
errand boy, and in a short time was promoted to be a salesman. At the 
outbreak of the war in 1861, he threw up his position, returned to Mercer 
County, and enlisted, along with two of his brothers, in the One Hundredth 
Regiment, Pennsylvania Volunteers, better known as the " Roundheads." 
The young volunteer took part with his regiment in a series of hard-fought 
campaigns, including the South Carolina campaign of 1861, Bull Run, 
Chantilly, South Mountain, Antietam, the siege of Vicksburg, and Burn- 
side's brilliant campaign in Tennessee. In March, 1863, he was made ser- 
geant-major, and in May of the same year he was commissioned Second 
Lieutenant of his company. 

In December, 1863, the old "Roundheads" re-enlisted, and afterwards, 
as a part of the Grand Army of the Potomac, participated in the stirring 
conflicts of 1864, under Grant and Meade. In nearly all the battles of that 
exciting period Captain Morrison was actively engaged, and no braver 
soldier than he fought under the Union flag. 

On his return from the army, Captain Morrison resumed business in 
Pittsburg, and made his mark among the substantial men of the city. He 
represented the Fifth Legislative District in the lower branch of the General 
Assembly in the sessions of 1 88 T and 1883, and subsequently served as 
Journal Clerk and Chief Clerk of the House. 

When the success of the Republican State ticket was threatened, owing 
to the Bardsley scandal in Philadelphia, Captain Morrison and General 
Gregg, both old soldiers and men of conceded integrity, were selected as the 
party's candidates for State Treasurer and Auditor General respectively, and 
the confidence reposed in them by their fellow-citizens found expression in 
a plurality of over 54,000 votes. 

Captain Morrison is a great favorite with the "boys in blue." He be- 
longs to the Patterson Post, No. 88, G. A. R., and to No. 6, Union Veteran 
Legion, of Allegheny. He has also held a commission in the Fourteenth 
Regiment, N. G. P., and has been Captain and Aide-de-camp on the staff 
of General Beaver. 

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In the upper branch of Councils there's a 

stately-looking chap, 
Who is never in the background when 

discussions are on tap ; 
His spectacles, his features and his figure 

trim and neat 
Are done up in our picture with fidelity 

complete. 

When a youth he graduated at the High 

School on the hill, 
And subbed for a professor there with 

some degree of skill ; 
But he didn't stick to teaching, for he 

hoped to be a star 
Shining bright among the legal lights that 

sparkle at the bar. 

That he didn't fail to sparkle everybody 

will admit, 
For he studied like a Trojan and had lots 

of ready wit. 
He got Blackstone at his fingers' ends 

and wasn't such a jay, 
If a knotty point confused him, as to give 

himself away. 

In his leisure hours at politics he took a 
quiet whack, 

And sometimes for an office ran when can- 
didates were slack ; 

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He thought he'd make the landing in 
some high "posish" at last, 

So he practiced making speeches of a 
solid Stalwart cast. 

The Pennsylvania Senate seemed to be 
about his size, 

But he couldn't make the riffle, to his in- 
finite surprise ; . 

So he nowadays consoles himself by stir- 
ring up a scare 

With Pickwickian withdrawals as a candi- 
date for May'r. 

His chance of being elected May'r is not 

a certain thing, 
Since he hasn't got a record of devotion 

to the ring ; 
For he's quite a solid Christian of the 

hard-shell U. P. brand, 
And in shady ring transactions doesn't 

care to take a hand. 

There's what comes of being honest in 
this cussed crooked town, 

A decent chap can't hope to gain political 
renown ; 

And the wonder is, accordingly, a Chris- 
tian man to meet 

Who can hold his grip* like this one, on 
a Councilmanic seat. 

4) 



JOHN S. LAMBIE. 



PUBLIC recognition in a measure above the ordinary and in many fields 
has come to John S. Lambie, the well known Pittsburg attorney, as the 
reward of a life of earnest and well-directed effort. He is equally prominent 
as a barrister, as a popular representative in Councils, as a public speaker, 
and as a leader among the veterans of the war. 

Mr. Lambie was born in the old Sixth, now the Eighth ward, Pittsburg, 
November i, 1843, ar) d lived for a time in what was formerly the borough 
of Birmingham. He graduated from the Central High School in 1862, and 
then applied himself to the study of law with the firm of Marshall & Brown. 
Upon the dissolution of that firm, Mr. Lambie became associated with A. M. 
Brown, in connection with whom he has been practising law since his ad- 
mission to the bar in 1865. 

In July, 1864, he enlisted in the 193d Regiment, Pennsylvania Volun- 
teers, under Colonel J. B. Clark, for 100 days, and served honorably for six 
months. 

Except during his short period of residence in Birmingham, Mr. Lambie 
has always lived in the Eighth ward. In 1876, he was elected to represent 
that district in Select Council, and he has been re-elected seven times, six 
times unanimously. His voice and influence always make themselves felt in 
Councilmanic proceedings, and few subjects of importance come up without 
bringing into play his eloquence and lawyer-like adroitness in argument. 

He has always been a Republican ; voted the first time for Lincoln in 
1864, and has since been a uniformly faithful worker for his party. His 
services as a stump speaker are enlisted in all important campaigns, and he 
has been a member of nearly every County Convention for years, and of sev- 
eral State Conventions. The Tariff Club counts him among its most honored 
members. 

Mr. Lambie is Past Commander of Post 3, G. A. R., and stands in high 
repute with his comrades. He is a consistent member of the United Pres- 
byterian Church, and illustrates by his life the solid worth of practical 
Christianity. 

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JOSEPH WALTON. 



Sing yeo, heave ho, 

When the stormy breezes blow 
And the waves run mountains high; 

When there's danger on the larboard 

And destruction on the starboard 
And hard-a-port the breakers fly, 

Then with telescope in hand 

And an aspect of command, 
In language to the point, though brief, 

Come directions for salvation, 

Clearing up the situation, 
From the Lord High Admiral-in-Chief. 

Does he navigate the brine 

Round the equinoctial line 
Or the ice-clogged southern main? 

Does he wrestle with the frantic, 

Foaming waves of the Atlantic, 
Or cruise along the coast of Spain? 

No — abroad is not the place 

Where to danger he gives chase, 
And promises to come to grief; 

On the rivers right around us 

Do the naval feats astound us 
Of the Lord High Admiral-in-Chief. 

Ancient mariners describe 

Him as oldest of the tribe, 
Half a century a riverman he's been; 

And with stories of his fleet 

He's alarmingly replete, 
And endless are the yarns he's prone to spin. 



He will tell cf nights of woe, 

When the smoke-stacks had to go, 
And all hands were piped the sails to reef, 

While each eye with tear-drops glistens, 

Which are drawn by reminiscence 
From the Lord High Admiral-in-Chief. 

Very great has been his luck : 

Though occasionally stuck 
On a sandbank or smashed against the pier 

Of a bridge, he's wont to make 

Quite a comfortable stake 
From the shipments that he sends away from here. 

Never yet has pirate king 

Tried his funny work to spring 
On the coal tows — rich booty for a thief — 

So that fortune rarely wavers 

In concentering her favors 
Ou the Lord High Admiral-in-Chief. 

Riches now he has galore, 

And upon him still they pour; 
Commercially he's rated at the top. 

He's ruler of a bank, 

And has high official rank 
In 'most every paying "spec" that's gotten up. 

Though old sailors mostly swear, 

This 'un hies himself to prayer 
Where the Methodists find solace and relief 

On North avenue, and truly 

Few can worship more true bluely 
Than the Lord High Admiral-in-Chief. 



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A. J. EDWARDS. 



Good-looking? You bet ! He's a pearl The political bosses received him with joy, 



without price, 
As fair as a lily and ten times as nice. 
A susceptible chap, and a bachelor, too ; 
Now, girls, here's the chance of a lifetime 

for you. 



And gave him a job in the county's em- 
ploy, 

And his pull at elections being soon recog- 
nized, 

The industrial census he next supervised. 



Who is he? Well, that we're not giving When the census was over he didn't get 

away ; left, 

He's young, but he's climbed fairly high 'Twouldn't do to go back on a chap of his 

in his day. heft. 

Suffice it to say that his ancestry hails An appointment he got, with his usual luck, 

From some place with a name that's jaw- As left bow'r to a federal high muck-a- 

breaking, in Wales. muck. 



With the aid of the Welshmen he first To give him his due, we are bound to 

blossomed forth, confess, 

And worked the eisteddfods for all he was He's "enveloped" in glory and "stamped" 

worth. with success. 

For speaking at blow-outs he had such a His "address" is perfection, he's truer 

knack than steel, 

That he soon got the solid Welsh vote at And his future is marked with prosperity's 

his back. " seal." 

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HTF 



C: 



Here's a thoroughbred Scoth-Irishman, as solid 

as a rock, 
He inherits all the ear-marks of a Puritanic stock, 
In business he's the boy that's up to every turn 

and trick; 
If you want to drive him crazy, just mistake him 

for a " Mick." 

'Tis in rocky county Antrim that his clan is to be 

found, 
At Culbrim near Ballymoney is their famous 

stamping ground; 
There his boyhood's days he spent and useful 

knowledge he amassed, 
Till he got a start at clerking in the city of Belfast. 



In the interim, he hasn't failed to get a solid grip 
On what humorists are wont to call the art of 

statesmanship, 
And with characteristic shrewdness he in time 

achieved the feat 
Of holding up the voters for a Councilmanic seat. 

Of his Machiavellian wisdom the high rollers 
soon took note, 

Jimmy Hunter came and asked for his " infloo- 
ence," and his vote, 

"I'm with you," cried our hero, and such zeal 
he did evince, 

That he's served as Kaiser Hunter's chief lieu- 
tenant ever since. 



The smallness of his stipend made him quickly 

change his base, 
At Liverpool and at Glasgow to Dame Fortune he 

gave chase, 
But Fortune proved elusive, and because she 

turned him down, 
He made a bee-line right away for Allegheny 

town. 



He doesn't sit in Councils now, but it suits him 

to be known 
In the mystical capacity of pow'r behind the 

throne. 
He haunts the floor of Councils and the lobby he 

pervades, 
Buttonholing cranky kickers and instructing 

Hunter's aids. 



Two and twenty years have passed since then, and 
all along he's struck 

Since landing in America the very best of luck, 

From a clerkship in a rolling mill, by industry 
and skill, 

He has risen to be head and front of an Alle- 
gheny mill. 

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Some give vent to the opinion — you may view it 

as you please — 
That he's one of Allegheny's aggregation of 

Magees, 
Presupposing sundry bosses independently to 

shine, 
As a ruling spirit, anyhow, he's always right in line. 

8) 



ROBERT McAFEE. 



N the political and business circles of Allegheny City, Robert McAfee is 
a widely known and active figure. He is a native of County Antrim, in 
the North of Ireland, and was educated in Belfast. After leaving school, 
Mr. McAfee was employed for two years in a large mercantile establish- 
ment at Liverpool, England. He went from Liverpool to Glasgow, Scot- 
land, where he assumed a similar position. 

In 1869, he emigrated to America and settled in Allegheny, assuming 
the position of shipping clerk at the Wood's Run mill of the Oliver Iron & 
Steel Company. In 1878, he became manager of the mill, which position 
he still holds. 

Mr. McAfee early identified himself with politics as a member of the 
Republican party. For twelve years he served the citizens of the Eleventh 
ward in Councils, occupying during that period the chairmanship of several 
important committees. His business ability and close observation of public 
affairs made him a valuable representative. 

Although ostensibly " out of politics," Mr. McAfee continues to be a 
power in his district, and the Republican managers look upon his services 
as indispensable. 

(289) 




In history's page, if you've ever perused it, Though his office is here, he lives over the 



You've certainly found 'mid the gentle- 
men smart, 
Who captured distinction and never 
abused it, 
That the Rogers played always a prom- 
inent part. 
There was old Roger Ascham, Elizabeth's 
teacher, 
And young Roger Mortimer, killed with 
an axe ; 



river, 

In sweet Allegheny, where Quay has the 
call, 
And the folks over there once saw fit to 
deliver 
The contract to him to get law for them 
all. 
As city solicitor great was his service ; 
Good reason he has to be proud of 
himself ; 



Sir Roger De Coverley, kindly of feature, But the thought of the practice he lost 
And Rogers who made some poetical made him nervous, 

And so he gave over the office to " Elph." 



cracks. 



For McKeesport he still is the legal ad- 
viser, 
And — notice of this 'tis important to 
take- 



Now the cream of the lot and their ulti- 
mate essence 
Is living and thriving in Pittsburg to-day. 

Behold him above, in a state of quiescence, He was picked out by Hartranft— -no 

The same that photographers always choice could be wiser-— 

portray. A code for all classes of cities to make, 

A lawyer he is with a practice gigantic — For the Leader he's counsel, and fights 

The like of it heretofore never you saw. like a lion 

Not a rap does he care for pretensions The Puritan cranks and their Sunday 

pedantic, law craze, 

But buckles right down to legitimate So you see, of the Rogerses never a scion 

law. Is abler than he or more worthy of praise, 

(290) 



WILLIAM B. RODGERS. 



N making slates for judgeship contests — -an operation which affords special 
enjoyment to lawyer-politicians and newspaper editors — one of the first 
names to be considered is always that of William B. Rodgers, ex-City Solic- 
itor of Allegheny, and noted throughout the county as a well-read, clear- 
headed and conscientious advocate. 

Mr. Rodgers was born in the Fourth ward of Allegheny City, June 30, 
1843. He attended the Fourth ward public '.schools, and went, in 1 858, 
to the Western University, and afterwards to Allegheny City College, where 
he graduated in 1862. He studied law in the office of Judge Kirkpatrick 
and John Mellon, and was admitted to practice in 1866, since which time he 
has practised at the Allegheny County bar without interruption, acquiring 
an extensive and valuable clientage. 

From 1870 until 1888 Mr. Rodgers was City Solicitor of Allegheny, 
and rendered distinguished service in that capacity, and he is now one of the 
solicitors for the city of McKeesport. He was a member of the Municipal 
Commission appointed by Governor Hartranft to prepare a code for the 
government of the cities of the State. This code was the foundation of the 
form of government imposed on cities of the first class, and on it is based 
also the system now applied to cities of the second class. 

Mr. Rogers has been engaged in a large number of cases of the first 
importance. 

The qualities to which Mr. Rodgers owes his professional eminence are 
briefly these — studiously developed legal scholarship, a keen, logical habit 
of mind, close application to business, and a scrupulous regard for the in- 
terests of his clients. 

Mr. Rodgers was married to Miss Ada Mevay> and still lives in Alle- 
gheny, as fortunate in his home life as he has been in his profession. 

(291) 




Irving, the actor— that's what you'll say, 

If your tastes are in the dramatic way. 

Observing the facial traits embraced 

In the portrait here by our artist traced ; 

The lofty brow, the Norman nose, 

The mouth determined and bellicose ; 

The massive chin, the eagle eye, 

The general air of do or die : 

All these at once the beholder strike 

As being decidedly Irving-like. 

Reader, we cannot tell a lie, 
This is no melodramatic guy. 
Passions to tatters he does not tear, 
Nor sentimentally saw the air. 
Nightly ovations he ne'er would seek, 
Nor expire eight times in a single week, 
(Two of those times at matinees)— 
He hasn't the time for such pranks as these. 
No, no ! Though an Irving-like face is 

his, 
A simple Shoemaker- — that's what he is. 

Seeing the trade that our hero's at, 
'Tis odd that he never yet has sat 
On the bench, but steadily pegs along, 
Healing and patching when things go 

wrong. 
"Tips" he supplies of various sorts, 

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And he sometimes gaily the "upper" courts, 
While if ever by cranks his sole is tried 
He boots them out with an air of pride. 
But however he happens to use his boot 
The mark he never can overshoe-t. 

Need we remark that his trade is vast, 
Since he never fails to stick to the last? 
Customers — clients he calls them — flock 
To the place where he keeps his wares in 

stock ; 
And judges passing upon the same 
Their merit in ruling clear proclaim ; 
Aye, and the Governor of the State 
In '83, with discernment great, 
Made him the deputy, thoroughly fit, 
Of the man who then had Harrity's " sit." 

Of course, you perceive, he's a Democrat, 
Or he wouldn't have held that office fat, 
And the party relies on his active brain 
In a national or State campaign ; 
For, bless you, this Shoemaker's fit to teach 
Old Gladstone himself to make a speech. 
And, the fact no longer we'll hide from view, 
He happens to be a barrister, too, 
Which accounts in part for the liberties 

great 
That we've taken with Irving's duplicate. 

o 



JOHN C. SHOEMAKER. 



JOHN CRESSWELL SHOEMAKER, an attorney of State reputation 
J arid a personage of considerable prominence in Democratic politics, 
was born at Academia, Pa., April 7, 1857. He was educated at Tuscarora 
Academy, Chambersburg Academy and Lafayette College, graduating from 
the latter Institution in the class of 1877. 

Mr. Shoemaker's adaptability for the legal profession early manifested 
itself. Immediately after taking his degree he began reading law in Cham- 
bersburg with Hon. J. McDowell Sharpe, under whose tuition he gained a 
thorough knowledge of jurisprudence. He was admitted to the bar of 
Franklin County on September 1, 1879, and in March, 1881, he was ad- 
mitted to practice in Allegheny County. 

Within a short time, Mr. Shoemaker built up a large connection here, 
his mental endowments and excellent social qualities receiving prompt re- 
cognition from a community which is always quick to recognize personal 
worth. From January 22, 1883, to February 1, 1887, he served as Deputy 
Secretary of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania under Governor Pattison, 
and fulfilled the duties of that office with credit Since then he has carried 
on a remunerative law practice in Pittsburg. 

Mr. Shoemaker is a model Democrat, possessing strong political con- 
victions and acting upon them with unbroken consistency. Since the erec- 
tion of a one-man power in his party in this State, he has cast his lot with 
the anti-administration Democrats, and is now concerned with ex-Senator 
Wallace, William M. Stenger and others, in a movement for reform within 
the party. 

( 2 93) 




This good humored looking party, 
Lusty, big-mustached, and hearty, 
And developed like a gladiatorial Gr»ek, 
Greek, Greek, 
As a sample always passes 
Of the truly rural classes, 
For he hails from somewhere out near 
Turtle Creek, Creek, Creek. 



From 'most every hill and valley 
Rustic voters round him rally 
When some office to corral he makes a 
start, start, start ; 
Flence he's long been coadjutor 
To the public prosecutor, 
And in county cases takes an active part, 
part, part. 



There he's plowed full many an acre, 
And beat all as a Haymaker — 
So at least he says when votes he wants to 
catch, catch, catch. 
But for all he is a Granger, 
We should think there would be danger 
In permitting him to boss a garden patch, 
patch, patch. 



When the higher-up position 
Was vacated, his ambition 
At the prospect of promotion took a leap, 
leap, leap, 
But his nose it was disjointed, 
For one "Clarry" was appointed, 
And the swear words of his Jags were loud 
and deep, deep, deep. 



For since manhood he attained to, 
Legal practice he's been chained to, 
Caring nothing for the labors of the farm, 
farm, farm ; 
Crops with loathing he discusses, 
Hayseed weather lore he cusses, 
But in nursing high ambition finds a charm, 
charm, charm. 



Where is now his royal prestige? 
One would think that not a vestige 
Of the same remained since "Clarry" 
knocked him flat, flat, flat — 
But, look out ! — the rural regions 
Now are sending in their legions 
To elect a Straight-out or a Democrat, 
'crat, 'crat. 



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JAMES C HAYMAKER. 



HPHE responsible duty of overseeing and instructing the grand jurors of 
-a- Allegheny County is in the hands of James C. Haymaker, the cap- 
able Assistant District Attorney, and Mr. Haymaker's face is, therefore, a 
familiar one to all who have occasion to get into the latitude of a "true bill" 
or an "ignoramus." The Cerberus of the grand jury room was born near 
Turtle Creek, in Patton township, this county, September 2, 1853. He re- 
ceived a good education, completing his studies at the Laird Institute, Mur- 
raysville, Pa. His brother, J. S. Haymaker, was already a practising attor- 
ney, and with him the young man read law. On July 17, 1885, Mr. 
Haymaker was admitted to the bar, and at once entered upon the general 
practice of his profession. While building up his clientage he incidentally 
interested himself in Republican politics, and acquired a strong following. 
Hence, when, in 1887, he announced himself as a candidate for Assistant 
District Attorney, his claims were recognized by the local leaders, and he 
secured his election without difficulty. 

On the death of District Attorney Richard H. Johnston in 1891, Mr. 
Haymaker was prominently mentioned for promotion, and, in fact, received 
the votes of some of the judges, to whom the law entrusted the election of 
a temporary incumbent. Clarence Burleigh secured the office, however, 
and was subsequently endorsed by the people, through the efforts of the 
famous "non-partisan" combination of Republican and Democratic politi- 
cians. 

The situation was accepted gracefully by Mr. Haymaker, and he is 
considered accordingly to be fairly in line for promotion when the next 
opportunity occurs. 

( 2 95 ) 







Like the ancient colossus the chroniclers mention, 

Which straddled a channel and tow'red to the 
skies, 
The subject here pictured, beyond contravention, 

Though he straddles no strait, is a corker in 
size. 
As he walks on the highway with bearing defiant, 

His air and his stature are vastly admired, 
And the populace murmurs, " Get onto the giant 

Chief Justice of Bayardstown — lately retired." 

To look at him now. with his aspect so lofty, 

A solid Muldoon from his head to his toes, 
That in earlier times as a mill hand full oft he 

Worked hard at a furnace you'd scarcely sup- 
pose; 
Yet such is the fact, and he's proud to descant on 

The way that he formerly toiled and perspired, 
Building up the prospectively big, adamantine 

Chief Justice of Bayardstown — lately retired. 

He was first known to fame as a Democrat sturdy 
In Bayardstown's precincts controlling the 
boys; 
Then he came out for Squire and, as no one de- 
murred, he 
Was chosen the scales of Dame Justice to poise. 
This he did in such elegant style that the fellows 
Who might have been kickers were duly in- 
spired 
With respect for the hefty, big-bodied and zeal- 
ous 
Chief Justice of Bayardstown — lately retired. 



On fine summer evenings the boys would all 
muster 
In cane-seated chairs round his honor's front 
door, 
And gathering there in a sociable cluster, 

They'd set up political jobs by the score. 
In his own chair of state the "confabs" super- 
vising, 
A toby's aroma he gently respired. 
And nobody thought of opposing the rising 
Chief Justice of Bayardstown — lately retired. 

Four terms he put in, but, alas, for his laurels ! 

The ring had a man with an eye on the place; 
So they managed to stir up some factional quar- 
rels, 
And finally froze him right out of the race. 
There was weeping and wailing and plentiful 
gnashing 
Of teeth when folks found that His Honor was 
fired; 
Who'd have thought cruel fate would have jumped 
on the dashing 
Chief Justice of Bayardstown — lately retired? 

Now, the Squire is no slouch, and though stripped 
of his function, 

Not a tittle of dignity did he abate, 
But, near his successor, with little compunction, 

Set up as a dealer in real estate. 
Success has attended his enterprise spunky; 

Of boodle a snug little pile he's acquired; 
And he still is the same old majestic and hunky 

Chief Justice of Bayardstown — lately retired. 

96) 



CORNELIUS J. O'DONNELL. 



RESIDENTS of the Ninth and Tenth wards, composing the district for- 
merly known as Bayardstown, look up to ex-alderman C. J. O'Donnell 
as the Nestor of the neighborhood, an unerring authority on matters of law 
and politics, and a trusty adviser in all the affairs of life. Twenty years' 
service as magistrate and a familiar acquaintance with every man, woman 
and child within the limits of his old bailiwick, form the basis of the Squire's 
title to paternal supremacy, the validity of which is rarely questioned. 

The Squire was born in Donegal, Butler County, February 2, 1831. 
He attended the common schools and, as soon as he was old enough, sup- 
plemented his studies with outdoor work, the fruits of which are still visible 
in his erect figure and magnificent physique. In 1852 he came to Pittsburg 
and worked in a rolling mill as a puddler and as a roller. He stayed at this 
work until 1864, when he enlisted as a sergeant in the 77th Regiment, Penn- 
sylvania Volunteer Infantry. After one year's service he was honorably 
discharged. 

In 1866 he was appointed government oil inspector, and served one 
year, when the office was abolished. Subsequently he was appointed in- 
ternal revenue storekeeper, being the first appointee to that position in the 
United States. After an incumbency of fourteen months, he resigned the 
office. 

In 1869 he was elected alderman of the Ninth ward, in which capacity, 
as already stated, he continued for twenty years, performing his magisterial 
duties to the entire satisfaction of his constituency. He was sent to Council 
in 1864, and for many years he acted as treasurer of the Ralston School 
Board. 

Squire O'Donnell is now in the real estate and insurance business on 
Penn avenue near Twelfth street. He does business as a soldiers' claim 
agent, is engaged in settling up estates, and is frequently selected by court 
to act as administrator. He is also a director in the City Savings Bank. 

The Squire is a faithful exponent of Jacksonian principles, and is never 
found wanting in important political campaigns. His absolute integrity and 
straightforwardness and his kindly disposition make him a general favorite, 
and his reputation as a worthy citizen extends to all quarters of the county. 

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PROF'. GEORGE J. LUCKEY. 



You should hear him at institute powwows 

Orate with Demosthenic vim ; 
All creation must go to the bowwows, 

You would think, if it wasn't for him. 
At argument he's a first-rater, 

His eloquence every one charms ; 
There's no discount on this educator, 

He's the pet of the gushing school 
marms, 

He's disposed to admire innovation 

And imports every fad from the east ; 
He puffs up the "New Education," 

And is glad that the Speller's deceased- 
He has rivals who fiercely assail him, 
But nothing his spirit alarms, 



For there's one thing that never can fail 
him — 
He's the pet of the gushing school 
marms. 

There are cranks, too, who sometimes at- 
tack him 
And claim he's not fit for the place, 
That he's got politicians to back him 

And is really a very hard case. 
Does he mind them ? Not much, for he's 
plucky ; 
No abuse his solidity harms, 
And always in this he is lucky — 

He's the pet of the gushing school 
marms. 



(298) 



THE DOG SHOW. 

With basso bow-wows and soprano ki-yis, 

Come the canines of goodly array. 
Every one of them looking dead sure of a 
prize 
At the dog show that's starting to-day. 
The racket prodigious 
Sounds just like a hideous 
Machine without oil in its cogs ; 
But the noise and the flurry 
Don't anywise worry 
The people who go to the dogs. 

Tis a picnic to gaze on those blue-blooded 
"purps," 
Penitentially boxed up and chained ; 
No mongrel a footing among them usurps, 
They're of lineage pure and unstained. 
Some in nakedness enter, 
While some round their centre 
Wear flannel and similar togs ; 
And from firstly to lastly 
The whole tickles vastly 
The people who go to the dogs. 

Look at Mr. St. Bernard — ten thousand's 
his price, 
And he seems well aware of the same ; 
To rescue the .trav'ler from snow-drifts 
and ice 
Is a practice to which he lays claim. 
But on such circumstances 
He's taking no chances ; 
Through life he luxuriously jogs, 
Finding lots of employment 
In giving enjoyment 
To the people who go to the dogs. 



There's the bandy-legged bull-dog as ugly 
as sin, 
Who makes people feel glad that he's 
tied; 
The wolf-hound from Russia, quite shaggy 
and thin, 
And the Dachshund, that's Germany's 
pride. 
There are greyhounds attractive, 
And lap-dogs inactive, 
That lie in their kennels like logs ; 
Little terriers barking, 
And poodles skylarking 
With people who go to the dogs. 

( 2 99) 



Now, observing these animals, all must 
confess 
An impression peculiar prevails ; 
It sticks out in the vocal display of dis- 
tress 
And the fidgety wagging of tails. 
All would seem to be swearing 
At mortals for staring 
As though they were cattle or hogs ; 
When they think themselves greater 
And morally straighter 
Than people who .go to the dogs. 



GEO. WASHINGTON. 
This is G. Wash., 

As you may see, 
A-chopping down 
The cherry tree. 

His hatchet keen 
He firmly grips, 

And deals the tree 
Some awful chips. 

Soon will approach 
His parent grim, 

With hefty club 
Prepared for him. 

But George will look 
Him in the eye, 

And say " I can 
Not tell a lie." 

With this remark 
The cunning lad 

Will paralyze 
His angry dad, 

Who thereupon, 
With tears of joy, 

Will drop the club 
And hug the boy. 

The moral's plain : 
Small boys should try 

To put it on 

Their parent's eye. 

So let us drain 
A friendly horn, 

For on this day 
G. Wash, was born. 



INDEX. 



PAGE 

A. 
Arnheim, Daniel . . „ ..... 258 

Arnholt, Dr. M. A 100 

Arons, Bernard E 68 

B. 

Barchfeld, Dr. A. J 48 

Barnes, Thomas 230 

Batchelor, Capt. Chas. W 98 

Bayne, Hon. Thos. M 128 

Beinhauer, F. C 200 

Bengough, H. H. ........ 30 

Bigelow, E. M 17 

Brennen, W. J 163 

Brown, Capt. S. S. ...... v . 44 

Brown, James 235 

Brown, J. O 125 

Brown, Major A. M. . . . . . . .122 

Bruening, F. H 170 

c. 

Carnegie, Andrew ....... 5 

Casey, T. D 106 

Christy, B. C 50 

Cochrane, A. P. 74 

Cohen, Josiah .......... 84 

Collier, Judge F. H . 8 

Connelly, W. C 234 

Cox, John F 104 

D. 
Dabbs, B. L. H. . . . . , . -. .232 

Dalzell, Hon. John 6 

Davis, John J 130 

Dravo, Captain J. F 38 

Diuitt, T. P 127 

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PAGE 

E. 

Edwards, A. J 287 

Ehlers, Charles 251 

Elliott, R. C 126 

Elphinstone, George 94 

English, H. D. W 112 

Evans, Joseph 88 

F. 

Fagan, Charles A 192 

Ferguson, J. Scott 274 

Fetterman, Charles S 160 

Fisher, Prof. H. W 242 

Fitzsimmons, James 262 

Flannery, John J . 60 

Fleming, George S. ....... . 194 

Flinn, Philip S 246 

Flinn, William 129 

Foley, Patrick 148 

Ford, H. P 40 

Ford, W. R 244 

Foster, Dr. D. G . . . 32 

G. 

Gill, Charles S 226 

Gittings, Prof. Joseph 155 

Graham, William H. ....... 172 

Grier, James A 28 

Gripp, John 269 

Guenther, Prof. William 277 

Guffey, James M. 202 

Guffey, W. S 108 

Gulick, R. M 34 

H. 
Handel, Herman 132 

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INDEX. 



Haney, John W 176 

Hannigan, Michael 257 

Haymaker, John C 294 

Hays, Gilbert A 222 

Heinrichs, Ernest H 142 

Henricks, John R 144 

Hill, George B , . . 228 

Hirsch, Isaac E 70 

Holliday, George L 210 

Howley, Joseph 80 

Howley, William E 220 

Hunter, James . : ;.i3i 



Jacobs, M. N . . 198 

Jennings, Dr. R., Jr 208 

Jiles, John W 150 

Jillson, Prof. B. C 240 

Jones, B. F 265 

K. • 

Keating, A. F 124 

Keech, W. H 212 

Kennedy, E. S . 78 

Kennedy, W. M 204 

King, Byron W 196 

Klein, Max 42 

L. 

Lambie, John S 284 

Lee, John 56 

Logan, A. J 206 

Luckey, George J. ....... . 298 

M. 
Madden, George A. ........ 158 

Maginn, E 188 

Marrow, John 224 

Marshall, Thomas M 18 

Marvin, S. S 270 

McAfee, Robert ......... 288 

McAleese, John 216 



McAllister, Rev. David ...... 9 

McCargo, David 250 

McCaughtry, J. F 136 

McCollum, Prof. J. P -.241 

McCormick, L. C 168 

McDowell, Heber 152 

McGuire, J.J 116 

McKean, James S 20 

McKenna, Charles F 46 

McKnight, James 114 

McLaughlin, E. J 186 

McShane, J. Leo 64 

Mead, Morris W 72 

Menjou, Albert 66 

Meyer, Henry 76 

Miscellaneous 299 

Moeser, H. B 218 

Moore, Samuel E 266 

Morrison, Capt. John W 282 

Morrow, Andrew • . 162 

Morrow, E. S 16 

Mugele, Fred 166 

Murdoch, Hugh J 22 

Murphy, John R 89 

N. 
Newell, John 138 

O. 

Obernauer, Herman 182 

O'Donnell, Cornelius 296 

O'Donnell, John C. • • • 90 

O'Mara, Roger 276 

O'Neill, John no 

Over, Judge J. W 278 

P. 

Paisley, Samuel T 146 

Paul, Harry 12 

Phipps, Henry, Jr. . 243 

Piatt, James W 190 

Pitcairn, Robert 272 

Porter, L. K 92 



INDEX. 



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Q. 



Queen, Emmet 



PAGE PAGE 

Succop, Charles E 54 

x g Sullivan, Charles A. ...... . 96 



R. 



Reed, Judge J. H 280 

Rinehart, Prof. E. E 264 

Reisfar, Charles 256 

Robertson, A. C 236 

Rodgers, W. B 290 

Rowan, John 62 

Rowand, Arch. H., Jr. . . . . . . .260 

S. 

Sauer, John 120 

Scanlon, T. M 248 

Scott, James B 252 

Shannon, P. M 26 

Shiras, George, III 102 

Shoemaker, John C 292 

Silverman, J. H 174 

Slagle, Judge J. F 279 

Smith, E. D 24 

Steele, John F 134 

Stillvvagon, W. C 52 

Stone, Hon. W. A 14 



T. 
Torrance, F. J 254 

V. 

Verner, Murray 156 

Von Bonnhorst, George M 184 

W. 

Wallace, Thomas J 178 

Walton, Joseph . 286 

Watson, H. T 1 64 

Watterson, A. V. D. 58 

Weihe, William 88 

Weir, James G 214 

Weis, Prof. B 133 

Wertheimer, Emanuel 82 

Williams, H. W 118 

Willson, B. C. 86 

Wishart, Captain A 154 

Witherow, William 10 

Woodside, Samuel P 238 

Wright, William 36 

Wylie, Dr. C. C 140 



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